I am stuck in countless years,
All my life was just in vain.
Wasteland winds will dry my tears
That should never fall again.
 
All my cries are lost in silence.
No one's listening. No one hears.
But they'll all embrace the violence
That will push through what I wear.
 
Now I have to hide in darkness
All my feelings, all my thoughts.
But I don't want to be so luckless!
I don't want to be ignored.
 
All I need is understanding,
Gentle touch of friendly hand.
But the torture's neverending...
And it hurts like melted sand.
 
All my life is imitation.
Time has come to lance the veins...
Share my fear, Anastasya!
Feel it, please, and share my pain...