• In the depts of flowing time, despair spins me round and round tell I can’t see anything.

    I can’t fell my heart beet anymore, I can’t see that its not there anymore, couldn’t you tell?

    I can’t help myself from falling, falling through the cracks of life and never seeing anyone anymore.

    Leaving everything and everyone left who saw me for who I was and nothing more.

    I'm tired of being sad; I should just leave with my shadow.

    Am I sleeping? Or is this death?

    If I can’t speak my life is meaning less.

    I'm tired of being sad; I should just leave with my shadow and nothing more.

    Not feeling anything, not feeling any more, not living in the just living in the dark.

    If you give me the words of life and death, what’s left of my heart would just reject them.

    If I am lost, not seeing anything, then everything will burn into ash.

    Is there any hope for me? Is there any hope me?

    Will I remain a hopeless soul in a world of hope?

    Is this death I’m feeling or am I feeling nothing?

    What is this pain I’m feeling? Is it really pain? I can’t tell anymore I can’t tell anymore.

    I’m just tired of seeing death in people's eyes, they can’t see me.

    If someone like me can change...if I can change...then the letters of love would burn into ash.

    In the depts. of flowing time, despair spins me round and round tell I can’t see anything.

    I can’t fell my heart beet anymore, I can’t see that its not there anymore, couldn’t you tell?

    I can’t help myself from falling, falling through the cracks of life and never seeing anyone anymore.

    Leaving everything and everyone left who saw me for who I was and nothing more.

    Am I sleeping? Or is this death?

    If I can’t speak my life is meaning less.

    I'm tired of being sad; I should just leave with my shadow and nothing more.

    Not feeling anything, not feeling any more, not living in the just living in the dark.

    If you give me the words of life and death, what’s left of my heart would reject them.

    If I am lost, not seeing anything, then everything will burn into ash.

    Is there any hope for me? Is there any hope for me?

    Will I remain a hopeless soul in a world of hope?

    Is this death I’m feeling or am I feeling nothing?

    What is this pain I’m feeling? Is it really pain? I can’t tell anymore I can’t tell anymore.

    Is this real life? Is this a dream? I still know nothing about time, about life, about me.

    If I snap out of this nightmare and I can see...if I die everything will turn into ash!!