My goal is to loose conscience The challenge is to wreck my soul I've ran out of alibis I've ran out of control
The silvery moon invites me To the funeral of my dreams My last hope deep buried It's time to justify my means
CHORUS: Sick and tired I come to rest Over (the) fire, my other self staring All around me, you all try to emprison me No force can bring me to this world
Phantoms, come to the fire Let us celebrate the night