It can't be my shadow,
Although I'm standing alone
I feel as if
An imaginary monster has nested deep inside my innerself
And, I fear, it has became an integral part of my soul

I walk by your side
I'm losing my mind
I don't know where I come from

On that fatal day
I've chosen my way
Right Wrong I don't know

My demons remain
They mess in my brain
And tell me what to do

I'm cutting my veins
I hope it's the end
But someone keeps rescuing me

Anxiety of the day
Every morning
Makes me weak and vulnerable,
Susceptible to pain imprisoned in my mind
The beast feeds on my suffering

How to live with myself
When all I see is phantasmagoria
Time destroys everything
To live to die - seems to be an endless lie

We are vagabonds
Always on the road
We are vagabonds
Me & my private beast

We are inseparable now like twins like Siamese brothers
Like a host and his parasite on their fatal journey to oblivion

And we meet people many people
Their soulless bodies are nothing
But parts of the huge machine
Creating the system