Beneath the unseen, we're breathing denial

Restricted in sorrow, the scent perfumes the air

A winter frozen lake was our immaculate soul

Like a mirror confronted by the sky

Waiting quietly the next destructive stone

My own ruin smeared in anger I will face!

A distant hearse in splendor

Comes closer confronting our deep internal decay

And we'll go down in misery

When rage remains undaunted while

Holding the vicious promise of hope

Will disbelief surrender our hearts in order

To accept this unsuccessful loss?

No, these changes are breaking the exit

After the ending has closed up the doors

Tell me, what if things would have ended up differently?

What if life's just a trail - am I wandering in suffering?

To be walked on blindfolded eyes -

Covering the everlasting tears of my pride

What if life's just a trail - am I wandering in suffering?

To be walked on blindfolded eyes

Feel the sorrow of our dying hearts

Pumping nothing but regret

For those moments that will never come

Will never come

Again

When you drowned in a sea of weep

This depression is carving me alive

This depression is carving me alive

Skins me out so painfully

Like storm wind tears the withered flowers of your grave

For this mourning dusk, when joy has gone away

Melancholy and dejection is flooding up my veins

Thoughts of red streams that would ever sluice the ground?

Painful harvest, despair on my hands!

Despair on my hands!

Acceptance will ever come?

This strangling grief will ever leave?

So many years have passed

The cycle, returns again