The Cold

Lost In the nervous haze Finding Out myself

Severing the doubts from the aim Keeping the passion inflamed

Between the "easy way...of no choice"

Twisted in lies You haunt me ...you give me the cold Feeding up my ghosts...my evil spring...within...The cold

I live the chaos of my dreams and my regrets I burst in silence cunning demons, life prospects

Ripping my reason sustain Drawing a logical frame

Inside the "normal chain...of no choice"

Twisted in lies You haunt me ...you give me the cold Feeding up my ghosts...my evil spring...within...The cold

I ear your words...I get confused...They seem so right...Still I refuse So far I am... So close I've been...Should I forget? ...Or should I still dream...

I think and drift throughout this thoughts in every ways I ear the voice, the constant speech, the constant claim

Shouting for simple repay Proving that I can't delay

The usual "empty stage...of no choice"

Twisted in lies You haunt me ...you give me the cold Feeding up my ghosts...my evil spring...within...The cold