There is a feelingProbably a sensationThat arises in me todayIt’s like a strange form of irrepressibleInclination to weeping and restI can’t decipher the weeping reasonThere is an implied joyBut these tears are not flowing for joyIt could be this sick music I’m listeningTo and the consciousness to be aloneAlthough I’m going to meet the worldAll my fears come trueAll my nightmares come trueIt won’t be the dark that will send my soul to sleepIt won’t be the sun to awake my soul, I’m alive!I’m free and satisfiedI’m alive, at least until you surviveThe soul that doesn’t sleepMy, my soul will never sleepThere is a feeling, probably a sensation, that arises in me todayIt’s like a strange form of irrepressibleInclination to weeping and restI am aliveAt least until you survive