What can't be said

There's a feeling that burns
Deep inside of this body.
And it can't be conceived
By the minds of the men.
This tells me to run
To hide, over fighting.
To let go and to leave
All is precious to them.

They laugh and point fingers
With no conscious feelings
I know...
Cold steel robots that lurk every corner
Even though.
They're lost as I am
So short life span
Lost in the dreams of tomorrow.

I am what I am.
And nothing can stand between me
And my so dear illusions.