Unwanted - Discrete Encounter

I am a mental slave to my own sense

My feelings are preserved in a jar

In this infinite loop I m afraid to dance

In this direction I will not go far

I should implant the chip in the rebellious soul

Stop the clock without ending the days

I should erase the guilt before I fall

Get revenge without losing the grace

I am a stranger at my own address

I am a stripper that will never undress

I am a lover that will never be kissed

I am a point that will never be missed

I’m an unwanted guest in my own flesh

My features will be sealed on the screen

On this rehearsal all my bones will crash

On a stage I’m not allowed to scream

I should import the joy in an exposed heart

Begin the play without building the set

I should ignore the venom as it enters the blood

Be in charge without any regret