The faces of death roam our fate, each time the rulers of anger and despair break our heads, it all becomes rain, such a powerful display explodes into a burning fire of suffering and distress. My chest beats in unison with my glowing breath of insanity, everywhere I gaze my shining fire transforms everything into ashes, and I end up living trapped in a bubble of fear, not wanting to live, not wanting to breathe, not wanting to observe, not wanting to be aware of the fact that. . . I am captured in a balloon of false freedom, forcing my nature into others while I don't even recognize myself in nature, nature in myself, once and again, until I am bounced back into the rain, the one, once kept me in place, now, being able to feel again. I sing to make it go away. This time, without fire in my veins I feel freedom as the freezing rain goes away.