And in this replay of bad news,   that praying to wrong gods,    my mind wants to scream out some positive words.   Just trying to find thoughts to make some things better...   But I cannot cause changes, my acting...   they will neglect...   This nothing that I can do.   My nightmares are truth.   Everything that I can do causes pain,   my suicide is not accepted.   Disease is my name,   and the whole world is infected.      The escape pod doesn't exist,   no way out from this rule.   I'm not able to hold that fist,   to resist is the idea of a fool.