fingers slowly
fading
away

nothing

can really remain

another country
but I’m still the same
only my language has change

my heart grows old
even though I left the stress and cold
(around it is a wall that guards my pain)

if you call this world normal I don't want to be sane
(I'm staring at the sun but all I can see is the shade)

closing my eyes

the picture of us and
my dreams

nothing

is what it seems

in my nightmares I’m waiting for you to throw on some gasoline
‘cause even though it’s hard for anyone to see

it hurts like hell
on the inside of me