Inside a hollow room he floats
In a mist of memory
Transforming a life
That holds thousand deaths
Suffering one as weak as crestfallen essence
Inside a hollow room he struggles
The pain's climax
Draining the purpose to exist
Crossing the gates of consciousness
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
Draining, fading away...
In a mist of memory
Transforming a life
That holds thousand deaths
Suffering one as weak as crestfallen essence
Inside a hollow room he struggles
The pain's climax
Draining the purpose to exist
Crossing the gates of consciousness
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
Draining, fading away...