Looking at myself i never felt that weak before through eyes of compassion i see, i see, i see, i see a bitter old man who is trying to adore the young lovers the young beautiful
i keep on trying it will break me down one day this old body is ready to face the pain digging into my last remains of self-esteem
howling - at the dead moon, departed ego digging my hole, burying MYSELF it's coming closer, can feel my own decay bleeding dry - dying restless
EMPTINESS EMBRACING her loyal son
STARING AT NOTHING, staring at nothing replacing my life with solitude
this fragile laughter is killing me it's killing me, it's killing me, it's killing me
light-hearted minds, red flesh, blue eyes it's killing me, it's killing me, it's killing me