Heart of Pain

The world is filled with the so-called prosperous absurdity, piled high and shining, with countless hands pushing behind you, and the people in front wearing some exaggerated masks of mythical characters pulling. There is no way out, no retreat, even though I keep trying to find it. These things hanging above our heads, those crazy things that let nature take its course in subjective consciousness, they are your cradle and your trap. The deformed monsters devoured everything, and their only chance was to destroy themselves.