Memory is a knife
It cuts deep and painfully
Can you call this a life?
I can't go on normally
Closing in to the face of time
Sentencing myself for the selfless crime
Again and again, asking myself why?
Is this just the way it should have been?
Or it is just another spin?
Is there a reason to go on?
Or I must die, just to be reborn?
Falling down
Reaching my destination
I review my life
In search of explanations
All the emptiness will soon be gone
As the soil falls upon the bone
All the emotions will soon subside
After the night in which I'll die
All the factors revealed but they won't last
as long
As misery
Misery
All the emptiness will soon be gone
As the soil falls upon the bone
All the emotions will soon subside
After the night in which I'll die
This is the final darkness for my light
