A dream - Like china in my hand

A castle built upon the sand

A word - I can not understand

A path that guides me to the end

"Yes, Death, Death must be so beautiful, to lie in the soft brown earth, With the grasses waving above one's head

And listen to silence, To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow, to forget time, to forget life, To be at peace, you can help me, You can open for me the portals of death's house, for love is always with you, and love is stronger than death is" - Oscar Wilde

No dope no booze will help to hide

The pain that strikes from deep inside

So weary and too tired to fight

Against the ever tempting light

I live my life of sorrow

Always waiting for the perfect day

When I finally spread my wings

And fly into the sun

If there's a picture there

In the mirror, telling you "Beware!

Of what you have become

You're still melting in the sun"

And if you try to find your picture in the darkness

There will be nothing, but a shape my dear

And if you try to find salvation in the darkness

Thee will be nothing, but yourself you fear

Isn't it funny the only place where I feel safe

In the beckoning silence of self buried grave

I burry my emotions under a mountain full of pills

And think to myself "Oh my God, ,what a thrill!"

If you gaze upon this man of stone

It's just a frame of flesh and bone

If you gaze up his skin

It is nothing but an empty shell

If you gaze upon this man of stone

It's just a frame of flesh and bone

If you gaze up his skin

It is nothing but an empty shell