Trapped inside his mind

Dying spirit cries shackled inside the dead man

The fallen angels try to fly - looking for

Brothers and sisters from their sanctuaries

Sinister regret, thoughts about the end of the world

Will never leave his head. The messenger is lost, too much pain it costs

If he looses control on the edge of this earth

And one of the freaks of society, pretending sane deep in the apathy

Pilgrim's heart is cold, funeral of his soul celebrated a long time ago

Cyclone in his mind, he is already blind

To see the truth and future under the shell of the man

Rage is rising and no one knows

But the eyes can only tell what is going on

And one of the freaks of society, pretending sane deep in the apathy

Pilgrim's heart is cold, funeral of his soul celebrated a long time ago

On the way to the tomb, drowning his sorrow with his demons

Who are mocking and spitting his eye but one thing we know for sure

God had his day off when this man was lost into the world

And one of the freaks of society

Pretending sane deep in the apathy

Pilgrim's heart is cold

Funeral of his soul celebrated a long time ago