Inside a hollow room he floats in a mist of memory Transforming a life that hold thousand deaths Suffering one last weak as crestfallen essence Inside a hollow room he struggle the pain's climax Draining the purpose to exist Crossing the gates of consiousness Taking ecstasy of grief
Did I swear understanding to leave these tragedies for me? For this life holds no more but a view A solemn colour to the hanging trees A celebration of my own Troubled eyes of my inner self wide open Blinded by fevers that devour
A little drop of heartblood, a precious drop of pain Fragments of passing days fading this life away And so I lose myself, I close my eyes There's something deep inside me that has already died