| Nowadays I go blind
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| When they say there’s more to our lives
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| Then all the death and misery
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| In which I dwell and has my needs
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| Should say I believe in me
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| Should make some sense in my life
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| But with a dark wind in my face
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| I admit I’d rather be dead
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| But in the darkness they search
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| For souls to help assisting the minds of the evil erupt
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| Hidden for mortals revealed
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| As you’re dying in chambers of sonic disgust
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| Places devoted to serve the almighty
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| Of whom I can say nothing good
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| In silence I learned to adjust to his temper
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| I followed my own path again
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| Introspection
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| I’m filled with perfection
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| My inner stream must by caressed
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| I know what to do with my mortal possessions
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| But restless
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| Just wanna go back
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| Mellow entrapments
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| Captures the life of only the weak
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| Not from me
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| They see the hate in my eyes
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| She undresses I’m cold
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| In my eyes she can see where I’ve been
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| All of my dreams
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| Reincarnated thoughts from behind
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| She whispers I’m still the only one
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| In my eyes she can see where I’ve been
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| I feel so heavenly
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| When the mist clears all of my mind
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| And I look back to the day
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| Where I was guided into the light
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| God
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| As infamous you must obtain my light in your crystal
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| Return it to whom it belongs
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| Keep out the questions involving my gestures
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| Towards your domain the unknown
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| Handle my case as if I were your true son
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| Neglecting my chance in this world
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| Help me provend any wrong turns when crossing
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| And soon you’ll see me again |