(M: Ozkoc - L: Canatan)
Childish thoughts were my faults
And they cost me a part of my own
I felt hate,I hated the feeling I had
Wounded I was all the time
All of those scars were my life
And it left me in the dark alone
Sorrow sang its song every second in my heart
Every drop of sand has taken away something bright
I ve replenished my existence therefore here I am
But still I have an ache
I feel depressed
I'm going insane
Missed my homeworld, my own time
I gave the Nothing but that "nothing" was me
(I am nothing, nothing but just me)
Here I am chained to the freedom I bought
For the price of a broken soul
(Don't have a soul anymore)
All of those beauties are now catacombs for me
Sometimes I come to the edge of sanity
Roaming endlessly without friends
These rocks are now talking to me
They say to me
"You are now free...."
Am I free?
Sorrow sings the song of sorrow in my heart
Every time I think of my home
My depression kills my mind
The dream I dreamt for all of my life
Now became my suicide
My suicide
Missed my homeworld, my own time
I gave the Nothing but that "nothing" was me
(But am I, but am I free?)
Here I am chained to the freedom I bought
For the price of a broken soul
(I am lying to myself)
Childish thoughts were my faults
And they cost me a part of my own
I felt hate,I hated the feeling I had
Wounded I was all the time
All of those scars were my life
And it left me in the dark alone
Sorrow sang its song every second in my heart
Every drop of sand has taken away something bright
I ve replenished my existence therefore here I am
But still I have an ache
I feel depressed
I'm going insane
Missed my homeworld, my own time
I gave the Nothing but that "nothing" was me
(I am nothing, nothing but just me)
Here I am chained to the freedom I bought
For the price of a broken soul
(Don't have a soul anymore)
All of those beauties are now catacombs for me
Sometimes I come to the edge of sanity
Roaming endlessly without friends
These rocks are now talking to me
They say to me
"You are now free...."
Am I free?
Sorrow sings the song of sorrow in my heart
Every time I think of my home
My depression kills my mind
The dream I dreamt for all of my life
Now became my suicide
My suicide
Missed my homeworld, my own time
I gave the Nothing but that "nothing" was me
(But am I, but am I free?)
Here I am chained to the freedom I bought
For the price of a broken soul
(I am lying to myself)