Testo di Weak

Can't leave the skin I'm hiding in Can't hide the skin so weak and thin The weakness is always glistering Through every masquerade Feeling great in the minutes of encirclement Feeling down in the hours of leaving behind The golden armour needs nothing but A conscious whisper of hesitation to be destroyed Won't go The shadow always will follow I'll find no escape How long do I have still to fake? Can't refuge here it's still to near Can't make my stand until the end The weakness is always glistering Through every uncertainty Feeling big in the process of appreciation Feeling small in the art of hesitation The wall is breaking down in the perception Of the own contemplation.