The road is eternal
the road is short...

Foreign countries
fighting for power...

Feelings divided
deeply within your mind...

We have all in someway denied
that over time, our soul had died...

In a garden you were born
and in summer you grew...

Frozen blood
A whistle in the bones...

The myth of a monster appears in his mind
comparing with rumors is making him blind...

Trapped in a shell of a wounded heart
good thoughts ready to be reversed...

Lies and trash
connected in battle...

All people walking around
living their own lives...

Within his big red heart
lies a sleeping beast...

Tied to a chair
trapped in my own little lair...