Wake up and look back to the old attic days, full with memories but not talking about anything present.
Get out of bed. Drink coffee like my dark days. Going over and over again in this unreal world, calling themselves 'Warcraft', which looks as a little relief from the dull monotory of daily life.
Eternal darkness is what i've become,
it makes me drift through nothingness of time.
I'm looking for the place i called my home -
an endless lifetime spent to search the sign.
An empty wanderer without a shell ...
Holy father, did you forsaken all of us?
Do you protect us like you used to be?
Did all your punishments are passed,
or more sins are there for us to see?
Will all your saints and angels be our shield, ...
What if we turn into a speck of dust?
What if we live beneath the trust?
What if we doing the same mistakes?
What if we hurt each other no matter what it takes?
What if the afterlife just don't exist? ...
Black rose amongst scarlet poppies,
I'm not growing, the sun is ripping me out,
lost my dreams, destroyed my trophies
in the loneliest fields of shame and fault.
Black is my heart and black is my mind, ...
For a moment reigned some silence in our room
It was reason to be worried I assumed
My experience told me that when it"s too calm
I should gather in a prayer my two palms.
Cause in our unpretentious tiny house ...
To her home does't lead any trail.
Everything is grown with bushes and grass.
If someone dares her secrets to unveil,
There are many hurdles that one couldn't pass.
Her look is wicked, wicked is her temper. ...