Trough every thought About the meaning Of every time you’ve Hurt your self You are trying to erase The facts that proves you’re Alive And that it’s a part of you That will never disappear Every change in you is caused Only by Fragments of past achings that Defines Learning disserving what you felt Thinking that this way will unconnect All those deads in your head were not in vain. A form of newborn fear is all That will sustain. The silver vacuum falls And in your veins performs The dance of those who dwell The nights of full moon spells This emptiness is marking The path that you will choose The path that you’ll decide With the dark just steps ahead Tienes ahí La salida que buscas El escape esta cerca de ti Solo déjate ir Y desear que todo termine pronto Solo descansa y olvídate de todo In every talking line In every thought you waste Deducing the truth again It is in vain this pain? Exhale the venom from The gaseous spinning form That your spirit’s turned As you start to fade away. You tasted again this pain Your inner decadence Has showed you now the way Now that you are afraid So your decision will Save you or make you fail This is the last intent Before you escape again You tasted again this pain Your inner decadence Has showed you now the way Now that you are afraid So your decision will Save you or make you fail This is the last intent Before you escape again And again As you try To stay… Awake you’ll solve your problems Awake you have to stay Just taste this piece of emptiness And bring your feelings back So come… and take a break Become an uncertainty Erase… for your own sake The will to live Before it’s too late Small parts of me have died I cannot tell you how This case makes me think what made you cry Small thoughts have come to take my life Learning disserving what you felt What you felt Thinking that this way will unconnect Will unconnect All those deads in your head were not in vain. Were not in vain A form of newborn fear is all That will sustain. Learning disserving what you felt What you felt Thinking that this way will unconnect Will unconnect All those deads in your head were not in vain. Were not in vain A form of newborn fear is all That will sustain.