Unmen - Sketches of the Future

In this tomb of my mind, suffocating. Solving the Puzzles, neverending. Paradox! Paradox! Paradox! This picture is shattered. I don't have a reason. Just a doodle drawn in a margin. No purpose. Eating the rainclouds of this storm. There is no clear horizon. A macabre orchestra playing to my doom. No more friends to help me. All imaginary. A typical delusion. A typical delusion. Carrying this burden in my arms. Powerless against everything. To decieve myself. The begining of this process. Defragmenting my soul. It's becoming deeper. I begin to unravel. Shot down. Suicide has no reprecussions. Suicide the answer.