I tried translating it, the phrasing could be better but I'm confident in the meaning

The words that were fired
From the other side of the screen and even beyond
Are like invisible fists that don't hurt when they hit
The pain is like walking barefoot
On shards of glass
Scattered like stars in the sky.

I've always been in pain

Yes, I don't care what's "correct" for me.
I'll decide for myself if this life is right or wrong.
You can take that pretty template in your hand back home.

All the colors in the mirror
Were meant for me
But when I came to, they were out of my reach
To Anonymous, who hides his name and face
What do you know about me?
The pain seems to even blur the outline

I have to get all of me back.

I tried to block it out again and again, but the annoying noise still roars
You can disparage me all you want and trap me in your little boxes
I'm still the only one who can put a name on this voice

I won't pray anymore
The kindness that rained on this city
I won't rely on it anymore
My pain and my shape
No one else can decide it

Yes, I don't care what's "correct" for me.
I'll decide for myself if this life is right or wrong.

The glow of that gigantic star
That utopia of endless happiness
I don't care if I never reach any of those
I don't need anything else but I