We have no ideas about what we are anymore,
The glass barriers are burning everybody,
With its own reflexes,
A dark side swallows everything.
And we still think that we are not going to fail,
I write about things without thinking,
Many people look the way we play,
Others who saw it,
See no chance for us to complete them.
And in the sky, dust turns into stars
Nights failed, believing in the "now"
How can we be better
If we have to deal with this dark side.