Thirst for life is delightfulThirst for fame reawakensDon’t tell me to stop thinking,Don’t force me to stop acting,Don’t make me stop speaking…You can’t change meI would never explain it again.You don’t know meYou can’t understand my wordsYou perceive a parallel idea of meLike a coral generated by gemmation.You don’t see my heart is transparent.You don’t perceive I’m totally openYou don’t feel my willingnessYou don’t trust my clearnessYou misunderstand my essence.Anagrammatize my psychotic dreamsAnd you will find out…find out myself.