There's something very odd within this dream
Disturbing echoes irritate my ears
I had forgotten what I have to be
My mind seems paralyzed like I'm forced to sleep
I cannot figure out what the fuck is wrong
Only got this strange anxiety... In my head
Unpleasant voices... (Kill yourself! Kill yourself!)
What if life is a kind of a dream? (Do it! Do it now!)
And the death is a key... Right now I'm asleep
I wander alone among the walking dead, they seem unaware
Still hide themselves behind the shields of their own despair
Shit happens sometimes, you have to lose to make things right
'Cause everything is falling apart to plant the seed of doubt
A will to liberate... Still in my head
Unpleasant voices... (Kill yourself! Kill yourself!)
What if life is a kind of a dream? (Do it! Do it now!)
And the death is a key... BY DYING I'LL AWAKE!
We may seem like statues carved in stone
With a transparent shells looking smooth and hard
Yet, if you hit the right point there's nothing else
Than sharp pieces of a fucking broken glass
It emerges out of the chrysalis
And sheds the old skin inside the cocoon
Then undergoes into its final form
And spread its wings... For absolution!
Escape this maze. Release those chains.
Witness the pain. Explore the emptiness.
Find the cure and break the glass.
To solve the cube, think outside the box...
