Amputated faith, with one cut deprived of future Hope removed with a scalpel, blank spaces filling my soul Love – such a beautiful word shouted out by poets Cleared under anesthesia, in a hospice for hopeless cases
My life an unconditioned reflex Doing its best, destroying dead cells A stone growing on my cold heart Building a safe shell around the light
Like a dummy I’m plastic, covered matter With a burned smile in looking glass Empty orbits A few bugs I can feel Strongly feeding on dead flesh
My life an unconditioned reflex Doing its best, destroying dead cells A stone growing on my cold heart Building a safe shell around the light
Are you the surgeon of life? No, I’m him from my own free will Wanting to fight with anxiety and fear I remove my humanity
Dark thoughts at night, like sinister clouds Approaching my mind, looking like a blank sheet I’ve reached my goal, where does the pain come from? There’s something I don’t understand!
Am I dreaming? Pain and fear are piling up Don’t know where I roam these days I think I wanted to fool myself too much Invisible is so real
My desperation’s reached its limits I feel the pain of removed values How I wish I could turn back the time To stop the torturing, intense, countless phantom painsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
