I sit still reflecting on my past
Confabulating my way into a mind blast

I fear my end to be in this dark cell
I wait silently the tolls of the bell

The tolls of my freedom and my greatest strenght
The limitless powers resting in my depth

I lie to myself and my self lies to me
Am i many? Or my mind plays tricks on me?

From my cell i see a distant light beam
Still i can't tell if this is true or dream

Words Of Harfouchism