I sit in loneliness and watch the meaning of my past
It dances and twitches then it lays down and dies
I see the morning sky tremble and then it open and begin to cry
as night falls and darkness fills my room
whispering thoughts haunt me, my candle burns low
Can I find my fate? Can I be one with my desire?

The perchment of my future burns fast and I burn myself
badly in my futile attempt to save it
The black blood of my heart weeps, in every tear a part of myself
I have features of youth but a soul of age
Why can't I see the web of lies my life is based upon
so I can cut them and become one with the sky?
I long for the harmony the peace within me
I wish to see myself in the burning light
of truth and no longer be a victim of hate
I search for the purity in me I search in my blood
I open my vein to see what ever it may be
And as the red rivers of my life flow from its tunnels and caves
I see lies and falseness die
I'm fading away, drowing in a thick mist of burning ice
I'm showered in the blood of dying hate and I feel pure
I'm taken to the breast of my truth and I'm reborn