dynamite

my feelings today are sick
sometimes they are crying
sometimes they are waiting
everytimes they wants life
and breathe becomes so hard.
i forget the concept of life
the concept of fun
the concept of honesty
the concept of nicety...
my leggs are moving
but the control
don't belong to me
they bring me i don't know where
i'm now a sleepwalker
they bring me in the house of the children
while he is dally with his innocent mind
and they show me that.
i take my dinamyte
thinking about relax my mind
but my thougts becomes more stifling
nothing can change
i don't know how
i'm playing with the children
my brain doesn't work.