I shout at the heart of my era
At my young age, 24, plus five O's Soul Old.
I scream at it's core
I rattle and shake
At memories that lie sleep
buried at ancient graves
Knowledge flying free
Ash scattered, my past remains, way past yesterday

I am my soul incarnate
just another form, just another life

and that's why I scream
that's why I fight

I am not "just" I am more
I am it and it is me

and I feel incomplete
because "it" keeps a large part of me asleep