| "Your world is a liar - it's dying" | |
| While bending to a rusty throne | |
| I feed a beaten creature | |
| Bygone a forgotten dream, | |
| bount to aborted passions | |
| Cant you see? Who's pointing the speachless.... | |
| The mirror reflects a mess - and I fear it is me | |
| All decisions are born from a tired call | |
| When the lonely screams out these loveless words: | |
| I thought there must be something | |
| But I choose to go | |
| Leaving words unspoken | |
| I devote myself to nothing | |
| Nothing | |
| I chose to choose but nothing | |
| Consequent but empty I | |
| Forgot to speak the truth | |
| Hearing the sirens preaching | |
| Cant you see? I'm pointing to the heartless | |
| This mirror reflects a mess - and I fear it is me... | |
| All decisions are born from a tired call | |
| When the lonely screams out these loveless words: | |
| I thought there must be something | |
| But I choose to go | |
| Leaving words unspoken | |
| I devote myself to nothing | |
| There is no hope for me | |
| The price of owning myself is too high | |
| And the privilege of a life overdose | |
| speaks to others | |
| "Your world is a liar" | |
| All decisions are born from a tired call | |
| When the lonely screams out these loveless words: | |
| I thought there must be something | |
| But I choose to go | |
| Leaving words unspoken | |
| I devote myself to nothing | |
| I thought there must be something | |
| But I choose to go | |
| Leaving words unspoken | |
| I devote myself to nothing |