One day I walked slowly on a known ground
I used to not see lives I'm still with this face

My damaged mind speaks infinite words around
I look all the layers that make up this place
(Fire!)

It's possible to see crowds
Rebounded wrecks
Hear this so quiet place
Despair echoes over the loss
Rebounded wrecks
Hear this so quiet place

In the supplication
My mind goes into a state of death
I try to contest but it's hard to risk and believe
The clothes that once just dressed me, now define myself
Limiting where I should arrive and when I should leave
(Fire!)

It's possible to see crowds
Rebounded wrecks
Hear this so quiet place
Despair echoes over the loss
Rebounded wrecks
Hear this so quiet place

Listen to what all these voices that torment me are speaking
Not long ago a madman described the misfortune of this world
I think the real crazy people wear the others
Because the wasteland still remains intact

It's possible to see crowds
Rebounded wrecks
Hear this so quiet place
Despair echoes over the loss
Rebounded wrecks
Hear this so quiet place