Back to the window of the lost ilussions Reminding the sea of forgotten emotions Where clouds of emptiness fill the sky the answer to the riddle lies murdered
Opening the door to the invisible waiting for the imperceptible guided by the trace of my bleeding wounds I am searching for my own forgiveness
Now I just hear the silence so noisy now I only can look into the dark seeking the cure to my own deception I close my eyes to the past
Getting closer to the mirror I can see the other side of the end guided by the trace of my bleeding wounds I am searching for my own forgiveness
Escaping from the beauty of this tragic Me I fall free into the arms of my next past.