One day I felt so empty

I wanted to know if had any space

To live and create. I was digging

Deep in my veins with fear on my face

I am here again

I'll tell you what I found

For the good deed there is no more glory

Anything you've done

Is taken into account

You have to face yourself in a critical way

In a critical way

Always have a mirror in your pocket

Even if the reflection is not clear

You have to take it out, then you have to take a breath

For the only thing certain in life is death

I am here again

I'll tell you what I found

For the good deed there is no more glory

Anything you've done

Is taken into account

You have to face yourself in a critical way

I am here again

I'll tell you what I found

For the good deed there is no more glory

Anything you've done

Is taken into account

You have to face yourself in a critical way

Fall down, get up, repeat

Fall down

Get up

The cycle's now complete