Not every man can be something great
Some are born with a tremendous weight...

I wake up with a weight in my chest
I tell myself it's all for the best...

What is it like?
To be the rain cloud...

Sometimes it feels like
I'm running on a track...

When I close my eyes, will they remain shut?
A passage of time, feeling in the gut...

When it ends, Who will be there?
When it ends, It seems unfair...

Underneath the wings of darkness,
There is protection from the light...

"What would you do If I sang out of key?
Would you stand up and walk out on me...

I want to be something more to you
I do not think you feel the same...

I just want to feel alive
Hungry for life, flesh decay...