"and so here I am
talking in a empty room
listening to my own voices
inside this nothingness, the silence
many lifes have been left behind
and I've been left modeling the shape of my memories
you were always a better person
...before you got lost in darkness
in any case. I'm this container. of you. and all your faces.
let me dig a little deeper. i almost find you.
and sometimes i wonder if I'm digging to rescue or to bury you inside my many journeys
the real and the remembered ones
what will be left of me if you dissapear?
if there is no memory, emotions is what will be left.. perhaps
is that how I ended up being so full of them?
how did i get here, this empty room
will I be able to understand?
no-one to ask ... only this voices, the echos
and when it all will be finally gone
I will make you with my bare hands
I guess I will always be a stranger"