Grey visions of today Every sight I see the same I can not break free I think I'm gone As though I never wake Always drawn into descent And my hope decays, just out of reach
Cursed through life and condemned to misery To be left with nothing
If only for a moment, a way out To see the faintest glimmer amongst the dark To mend the broken dawn, so bleak Somehow, I think I'm gone
But like ashes to the wind I will fade Namless and Forgotten The thorn upon the withered rose Somehow, I always knew
