| I have been pierced by a deadly thorn | |
| There is no way to undo what's done | |
| My disease, my infection | |
| I am so impure | |
| My release, my redemption | |
| Is there a cure? | |
| I'm falling from the righteous path | |
| Hollow silence follows these days | |
| In silence, enduring the pain | |
| Protecting my soreness from daylight | |
| Alleviate this loneliness, contaminate this fright | |
| I hope for a better tomorrow | |
| Vague memories painful enough | |
| To wish they had never been | |
| They're still haunting me | |
| Shivering with horror, awaiting tomorrow | |
| Desperately searching for a cure | |
| Each drop of life absorbed by this void | |
| In silence, enduring the pain... |