Lonely

To express what I feel 
To tell what I need 
Not to fear anymore 
And then walking without chains 

All these nights dreaming awake 
Creating my own cosmos 
Being the God of my own jail 
Creating my own people 
Making a perfect world in own self 
Where everybody obeys me 
Building friendly and fragile cities 
Where everybody is afraid of me 

My wishes becomes reality not even thinking about it 
People exists here 
People exists here 
My pleasures carry out 'cause I order it 
People is dead 
People is dead 
People is dead 

To express what I feel 
To tell what I need 
Not to fear anymore 
And then walking without chains 

I mix myself among them like another one 
I speak without any effort 
I'm listened and I listen 
I talk about what I feel and I listen to their feelings 

Both feelings fusionate being mutual 
I feel myself relaxed, in harmony and unworried 
 
[yeah] 
But everything goes down cities melt 
People break down, planets creak like dry ground because 
Everything are puppets of madness that try to lie me 
And I'm the stupid puppeteer that moves the threads of my intelligence 

*I need to leave living between puppets, I want the real world 
I need to feel living people not been programmed 
Not to be pushed by their terrific look 
To deeply breathe with nobody stealing the air 

But everything's absurd nothing's better outside 
Than into my autistic refuge 
Reality is as mad as my madness is 
And the only solution is to enter again 
Into my universe and dominate everything 
To forget the outside 
And become the almighty of the absurd [yeah!] 
Enter again into my universe and dominate everything 
To forget the outside 
And become the almighty of the absurd [yeah!] 
Of the absurd 
Of the absurd 
Of the absurd 
Of the absurd 
Of the absurd [yeah!]