Waiting in this wormhole For so many hours, so many days, I’ve lost count No thought, no dreams, no nightmares Just a vacant mind floating on rough seas
At my side, the living are like ghosts, friends and foes alike The bodies around me terrify me, obsess me Morbid mannequins, gruesome puppets Their faces turned towards me Even at night I can still see their black eyelids
Familiar faces appear to me in a dream A brief moment of happiness, a ray of light
At 21, between life and death every day (again and again) Anger has been quiet for long, bitterness too There only remains the absence, the absence of me Anxiety grips me like a lackluster home, a loveless family
My hands are shaking almost constantly Their vacant stare haunts me All I can see, all I can think of Are their black, hideous eyelids
Around me this unbearable stench Encouraging me to leave this place in a single leap To smell the fresh air if only for a second To stand on my feet and to see the horizon
My senses expand and evaporate I cling to the cold ground as to life itself Beyond this wall of earth, I imagine desolate fields A glowing mist, bodies everywhere Their faces turned to me, their black eyelids freezing my blood
Their black eyelids freezing my blood Their lifeless eyes inviting me to join themTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
