DESCRIPTION:
Flight of a moth [2008]

A lot of calm
Patience and grasp to bear you
But you are not worthy of all the efforts grown in the shadow of your hate
That you spit as soon as perspectives don't appeal to you
Any self esteem
All is just baseness and cowardice
The hands held to you are filthy
Your life is a substitute for real life
Averting problems
Cause you're not a man
But the fault comes from the others
Incriminated by your puerile brain
You shrink from responsibilities