I am takeing a trip down the memory lane
Revisiting the old places full of guilt and shame
Places i tried to run from - apparently in vain
Places where people claim
That i deserve every bit of their blame
For all the pain i caused
For touching their warmth with my frost
For getting lost inside my own psyche
People who said just before i left that they hope i will always find only those who will hate me
Little did they know that i found such person in a mirror long before we met eachother
If they only knew what it\'s like inside my mind it would send shivers down their spine
I never meant any harm
But the road to hell is paved with good intensions
And leads through the garden of razorsharp emotions
Which can corupt the meaning of every single deed
And dry your veins up to the point where there is nothing left to bleed
And leave you with the wish to keep the solid ground beneath your feet
Throughout the long cold nights without sleep
Over the course of my life there were many things i have desired
But all without exception lost their charm once they were aquired
Maybe that\'s why i no longer try to fly through the sky
Only to find another reason to cry or to get high
I feel like some kind of spy who whishes to be exposed and left to die
Because he no longer enjoys being sly
Happines comes and goes and sadness comes and stays
And even though it\'s cold it sets aflame all my days
Forcing me to chase a ghost of my hope who flickers and floats away
Down the sad lonely streets of grey colours
Which paint the devastating pictures of fallen angels
Who wanted to cut off their strings in a belief it will save them from all the grim and nasty things
But instead cutted off their wings and became crownless kings of the kingdoms of emptiness
Thoughtlessly looming over the abbyss holding their breath and waitng for the sweet kiss of death
Which is preferable to the life without the safety net of the embrace of their lover
Who left or never existed in the first place
Leaving them wondering through devil\'s haze of uncertainty
Whether they even have the ability to love as well as the quality to be loved
And desperatly try not to weep over their divine defeat
In a world of cloaks and daggers where sanity seems to be but a trick of a smoke and mirrors
That being said i hope that now even blid man could see that the interior of my mind where i simply have to be
Looks like a loony bin
There is a dark shadow living under my skin
Punishing me for every sin with a great malice
Like the mythical Raven sitting on my very own bust of Pallas
Pouring another glass of poison which i drink with a demon
Who only laughed when he told me
That it is my nature that everyone i like ends up shoved
And that\'s why i will die alone hated by all i ever loved