I\'m doomed to this life of white walls
and blinding neon lights .
Like a whale turning in the lost souls aquarium.
The silent ghosts walk the corridor .
waiting for a dream ,giving them the time...
I am a relative particle in this bipolar theory
that travels to reach the beginning ...
Memories in the corridor dimension
that leads nowhere and ever ..
And god saw it was good .
Shadows never cross,
each has its own momentum
along the corridor ...
It\'a allowed to pays games
that have no rules
with the program !
If you win you\'ll hear a voice
but no one can defeat the program
that\'s inside you ...
I\'m condemned to purify myself at life.
There are plants in the corridor .
and they don\'t complain ...
God said \'\' Let it be ! \'\'
And cyborgs praise the lord !
Before the chosen one was born
they came looking for me
and the system deported me to mars .
where I must atone ...
You\'re always guilty of your innocence.
innocents must be cared for !
Maybe ,somewhere in a folded time
I\'ll find a body in an old photo
and return to rest in green meadows ..