I painted with rain the sight of the daybreak, As being in need of a momentary remake The life I am leading is the way of depravity, A threat th my already poisoned sanity
Grey dawn, everlasting
Hope is utopia for all that I know, When counting the seconds time moves so slow I can't feel any will to be part of this fight A cure is however to put thrust in the night
I learn from this life to hide from humanity, And night has told me how to kill my anxiety The ghost of my smile dances in the pale, And I know all my efforts most likely will fail