I listen hymns and voices
in every places,this is
infuriated doctrine,
that hurts my face.

My eyes only see the sin,
like pills of dust,
my real feelings
take me to the hell's wheel.

My eyes, my soul, my mind,
are against me,
what the hymns shout,
is not what I see.

Rejected, abolished,
is maintained the order.
Grown old, forgotten!

Rejected

Controlled, fucked,
by my own fear.
Reflected,
the image of myself.