The night has come and tender streetlights
Enlight snowy church
Thousand days ago you had the same thoughts

You are feel lost, without family, sinful and lonely,
Clutch cold handle of majestic doors

That's time for the shadows of your life,
Eyes of the angels see the tears in our palms

You're a young man with face of old man,
With scarred body and soul
The nights are long, getting longer

States of depression and thoughts of suicide,
Couple of perverted moments and years,
The love was called drug

States of depression