1,2,3,4 cut again cut once more
5,6,7,8, turn the blood into hate...

On that day not so long ago
My heart was not easly so...

A gypsie song is heard,
Gently filling the night...

A sudden shock of electricity
running through my skin...

Ancient mirror
Long stowed away...

And dread the day dreaming ends
It shall come...

And so for where it starts
Is where it ends...

And my dream comes...
Whispering quietly among barely conscious minds...

Another song on the radio
plays over and again...

Grab a knife,
cut it deep...

Countless lies in this life time we make
Ceaseless doubts are mainly fake...

Deep in my heart, there is a name,
A name of a person I'd like to see...