I dreamt I was in the skin of someone elsenAnd everybody around menTold me that I was this mannPreferred blindness to luciditynnTruth is a blinding sun that sight can't standnTo fill the emptiness with flightnnMourning affliction makes the lienMakes the madnessnTorn awaynnAncient trauma, epileptic passage, the rebirth of ragenSubconsciousnDeceased person, his face comes to my mindnSo familiar but so frighteningnLying powers dominatennI'm the sum of the identities which compose menAs pieces of puzzlenThe real one falls in nothingnessnLost in dark parallel spheresnLet it dienYou lie, let him dienEscape by all means the conscience of the mortal statennMourning affliction makes the lienMakes the madnessnTorn away