Quest of Sorrow

Running with the speed of sound
Searching for the morning light
Can not help it, I am wasted
Finding no shelter from the cold
Breaking away from a secret left untold
Changing views, changing perceptions
Feeding my creed to the oceans of madness
Fighting serenity, denying the truth
Though truth was my ultimate aspiration
I submit to my devious desires with pride
I surrender to my lust for more
I see tears that used to tear me into pieces
Becoming wasteful scenes in the play of boredom
Waiting for the final applause
That is when this whisper will call my name
And my body shall burn under the pouring rain
Rain of fire, fury for all those years gone in vain
Regret shall only bring me back the sense of shame
And feed my fake pride to this burning rage
Eternal pain, for every fallen angel
For every tear that had been cried
I shall feel all what I had to feel
Taste sorrow, and despair
Suffer the torture in every possible way

But yet, I feel no regret
Only despair that whatever I do
Wherever I go, I Know
That I am a lame devil still swamped in debt
Sooner or later is to be paid back
Then my life shall fade to black