You're bleeding, you can't defend yourself anymore. You're breathing, but this is not oxygen. And is not a warning, is not a signal. Is all real and it's happening now.
Damn, it's happening to you. Are you listening to me? I am completely another you. That that you have inside, that that maybe isn't there.
Something is changing, you know that it's unavoidable. But this breeze is fresh. And I'll save you! THIS IS THE DAY OF TRUTH. OR IS IT ONLY YOU THAT HALF LIVES? YOU WANT TO TAKE EVERYTHING, DON'T (TRY TO) HIDE IT. YOU CANNOT SAY NO, I WON'T BELIEVE YOU. I KNOW THAT YOU WANT TO RUN, LAUGH, SHOUT I CAN'T HEAR YOU. YOU'RE YOUNG. YOU'RE LUCID. ON THE DAY OF TRUTH. Don't trust fairy tales, and don't trust reality. To all those scruples that don't make live. Don't ever lose yourself something that makes this fire live. Deceive yourself, convince yourself that no: you won't burn. If you're the one the lives like me... If you're the one.... you ought to believe me... If you're the one that lives like me... Just behind your soul...