Thousand miles of nothing to a horison line I'm walking through the wasteland of my life Through the burnt prairie of my deeds and thoughts Deadly silent place with an echo of gunshots
I'm cutting edge of selfdestruction I'm riding througth this hell The cult of person deconstruction I'm gonna hit the bell
Without treacherous doubts and Regrets I gonna fall It is too late for rescuing me 'cause I'm too wrong
Broken milestone of hope in the side of the road Shadows are piercing me I hear the end to bode Shining light of tomorrow will no more cure me 'cause the black swirling smoke is all that I see
I'm cutting edge of selfdestruction I'm riding through this hell The cult of person deconstruction I'm gonna hit the bell
Without treacherous doubts and Regrets I gonna fall It is too late for rescuing me 'cause I'm too wrong
I'm lost in mirrors lost in lies My inner fear starts its off-control rise My cries and tears that nobody hears Live like in a prison that I've build
Just as memory paints to me How it's normal, how it should be Bright light in my mind Like a blind I cant find it
Inside me something has broken
I'm cutting edge of selfdestruction I'm riding through this hell The cult of person deconstruction I'm gonna hit the bell
Without treacherous doubts and Regrets I gonna fall It is too late for rescuing me 'cause I'm too wrong