It can't be my shadow, Although I'm standing alone. I feel as if... an imaginary monster has nested deep inside my innerself. And, I fear, it has became an integral part of my soul.
I walk by your side I'm losing my mind I don't know where I come from
On that fatal day I've chosen my way Right… Wrong… I don't know
My demons remain They mess in my brain And tell me what to do
I'm cutting my veins I hope it's the end But someone keeps rescuing me
Anxiety of the day… Every morning… Makes me weak and vulnerable, Susceptible to pain imprisoned in my mind. The beast feeds on my suffering.
How to live with myself When all I see is phantasmagoria Time destroys everything To live to die - seems to be an endless lie
We are vagabonds always on the road We are vagabonds Me & my private beast…
We are inseparable now... Like twins... Like Siamese brothers... Like a host and his parasite on their fatal journey to oblivion.
And we meet people... Many people... Their soulless bodies are nothing But parts of the huge machine Creating the system...
