I dreamt I was in the skin of someone else   And everybody around me   Told me that I was this man   Preferred blindness to lucidity      Truth is a blinding sun that sight can't stand   To fill the emptiness with flight      Mourning affliction makes the lie   Makes the madness   Torn away      Ancient trauma, epileptic passage, the rebirth of rage   Subconscious   Deceased person, his face comes to my mind   So familiar but so frightening   Lying powers dominate      I'm the sum of the identities which compose me   As pieces of puzzle   The real one falls in nothingness   Lost in dark parallel spheres   Let it die   You lie, let him die   Escape by all means the conscience of the mortal state      Mourning affliction makes the lie   Makes the madness   Torn away