| Nothing’s perfect
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| A man needs regrets
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| A mask to avoid what is real
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| And trying to be someone else
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| Drenched the feelings
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| It’s only instinct
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| Accept what you want me to be
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| And ruin again our last chance
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| Love means reject
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| We hurt to protect
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| The only self-esteem we can save
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| And smiling to fool someone else
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| Where’s the savior? |
| Who am I?
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| Touch the razor, I should try
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| Something with the light scares my eyes
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| Some parts are missing, the burden of my nights
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| Turn me on
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| Until the dawn
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| Embrace my soul
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| Drag me down
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| When the dust starts to clean behind the scene
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| All is quiet but I still can not breathe
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| I believe in the bleakness around us
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| In the lies of our eyes when we touch
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| But you… Baby
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| You still want me to be someone else
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| We count the seconds and remember again
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| As the night skies are watching us stand
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| Here in the filth and the lack
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| Of our pathetic existence
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| This means nothing at all
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| I stare in the mirror
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| Searching in vain in the depths of my eyes
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| Some demons to slay and stay alive
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| We take the pain alone
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| Try to take it away from our heads
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| But it’s far from done
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| Turn me on
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| Until the dawn
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| Embrace my soul
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| Drag me down
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| My ghost dozed off
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| Purify the silence around |