There i sat in the dark,on someones grave
Looking back through the years and all that i became
A young man in his trial,did i stood strong and brave?
As i drank the poisoned chalice;monsters came my way
My thoughts have failed,trust and dreams betrayed
For the world i have none devotion...
Through all these wars i have seen,so meaningless and frustrating all our decisions in the end...
My heart burns for this,born to die within myself
Tortured in my need of you to break me...would i have done the same?
...but hey,kill me and then wake me just to kill me again,dont you pretend now,we can always smile under the growing pain...
My thoughts have failed,trust and dreams betrayed
For the world i have none devotion
Turn the knives back to me,in the dreamworld of mine
How it feels in the end?...whatever,it's allright
My thoughts have failed,trust and dreams betrayed
For the world i have none devotion.
As i abandoned all the love,those who tried to see inside the passion-play of this wounded mind
Turn the knives back to me,in the dreamworld of mine
So meaningless and frustrating all our decisions in the end...