One single night, one single day
Before it all just sweeps away...
With the paradise I do not know,
Through the joy I never had
I'm all alone on my isolated throne
Why have you forsaken me?
The days outnumbered themselves into the grey
And life cries, a dream dies out into the blackness,
Stretches for an empty cup; a chalice to collect the tears
That I keep to myself
I gaze upon the mystery, this lovelorn identity...
Frozen beyond the echoes of laughter
This morphine cloud hanging over me
Like a snow-white curtain;
This beautiful haze overruns me
So I erase myself from you; The cure for my sanity...
And here I am, unwilling to forgive myself
So lost in this remedy, your spirit is haunting me;
Consumed by indifference
I scream in your silence where shadows conceals me...
I'm cursed to search for you
Oh feeble, ungrateful my heart;
Paralyzed you drown with me
Intoxicate this bitter reality
Under the screens of apathy
Oh feeble, ungrateful my heart;
Paralyzed you drown with me
Intoxicate this bitter reality
Under the screens of apathy
The dream died before it was born,
Innocence is lost... And so am I
But still I pretend to be strong
Still I wonder where I belong
You whisper to me gently in my sleep
To leave this world behind
And I gaze upon the mystery, this lovelorn identity...
Frozen beyond the echoes of laughter
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