歌词
Life
Tracing circles in empty vales, with a broken compass
As distant hilltops shine
With the last remaining gleams of color
left in this world
No crows circling above this land
And no migrating birds
To show the way out
Watching the same day repeat again
Keeping me locked in this cell
Living outside time, I dwell.
Preserving my mind from slowly turning insane
Moments slowly vanish
Each followed by their twin
A never ending "now"
With nothing to call "then"
Today, I wander in the fog
Tomorrow, I will cough the blood from my lungs
A deep red to become
Another shade of grey
Today, my head lies on the floor
My body convulsing, rejecting the poison
Yet, this stream of blood will stale
And won't paint the way to leave from here
No escape from my circle of torment