Testo
Days of confusion always bring
Glittering lies
Life's wounded souls are trapped
In thousand of cries
I find this struggle is more than I can take
I must control my faith
Silence - hidden desperation within my soul
These words of frustration reflect my
Nether-world
Searching for the meaning
For the puprose and the taste of life
Dreaming of the same answers
The Lost chances
I am dead inside
Screaming to the sky
But there is always silence
To answer my cries
Struggle or delight
The lost perspective of my life
Melted in my own existence
Sunken hope for better days
My efforts to find a goal
Like a dumb symphony for a deaf soul
Searching for the meaning
For the puprose and the taste of life
Dreaming of the same answers
The Lost chances
I am dead inside
I'll turn my back on gloomy days
To face the sunrise once again
The phobia to live is blinded by hope
My vision rapidly turns blind
I've revealed the truth by another lie
My quest for tranquillity is over
My words again are running for cover
