Dementia, right now you embrace me,
and the light of goodsense extinguish in me.



This world that they called madness is infinite and
grotesque. Far away, in the reallity, I can hear that someone crys for me.



Sometimes I can see to the real thing through thick distortive glasses.



Just the pain is the same in both worlds,
and mournful toll of a far bell, shoots in my mind terrible sensations,



I'm plunging on the gloomy labyrinth of dementia.



Far away, in the reality, I can hear that someone crys
for me, Just the pain is the same in both worlds,



I'm plunging on the gloomy labyrinth of dementia.