Blank, the state of mind
Where everything is lost and gained...
Lost in decay you count your days
Feeding its ego with desperation shouts
Some with hungry mind will fall in the ground
The pig follows the blind.
With false emotions guide others for the abyss
Do not have fear, sometimes are so difficult to contain
When a new world appears for its way.
And the candle fades away
When your tongue touch my lips
Involving its poison in my mind
The crow will sing its song of death again
Tormented and alone you count your days
Like a flood washing my mind
The sky is falling over me