| When something stains your pride | |
| And leaves you back with despite | |
| Your vain attempts to blank it out | |
| Troubled, in a state of doubt | |
| Both inside and outside | |
| Demons stalk your hide | |
| No chance for you to get away | |
| Without their affliction | |
| Everything you ever wanted | |
| They turn into hideous shards... | |
| They are haunting your thoughts now | |
| They are probing your soul | |
| Examine with indifferent eyes | |
| How you are | |
| WRITHING in shame (But) | |
| This is not my burden (But) | |
| This is not my cross | |
| For it... | |
| Keeps me away, keeps me away... | |
| Keeps me away, keeps me away... (But) | |
| This is not my burden - bathe in desire (But) | |
| This is not my cross | |
| Eyelids open and in peace | |
| You are staring ahead | |
| Haunting me... |