• now the songs of our time,
    break out in rhymes,
    there is no one left,
    to tell you what is next,
    who do you stand by in line?
    where is the old and what is the new life?
    is it just all a lie?

    Finally, I know.
    Finally, I see!

    Its the darkness,
    im in the dark,
    I can not see you,
    and you can not hear my mind,
    I find that searching is hopeless,
    and I find these tears so useless,
    I hope to find your hands, caught deep in red,
    I hope to find your mouth, dripping with mud,
    Cause if I can't stand this empty space between us,
    what will i stand if i find you happier without me?


    finally, I run, I go, I breathe, I dream, I bleed,
    finally, I die, so lost

    now the songs of our time are over,
    and the vision is beneath me,
    I do not need to keep searching,
    if all I find is dirt,
    Everywhere I look I keep hurting,
    and I need to move past the dusk,
    If I am all forgotten,
    then you already gone