Carving my walls with posters to hide
The spots of blood of my dead bride...

What is that thing after physical death?
Where are you going after your last breath...

I want to sleep in bottom of Pandora's box
Where only hope hasn't fled away...

If life would be a work, I would take the vacation
Getting relaxed after sincere revelation...

My head is falling from the tree
Eyes cut out, so they can’t see...

Astonishing wind is blowing through my head
Because my room has no walls and no bed...

Sitting in the car with nowhere to drive
Sleeping at the wheel and drinking "white...

I'm bleeding, I'm freezing
I have nowhere to go...

My water-tower was blown up,
at the top...

Never been so lonely at all
Can't remember my friends whom to call...

Can't remember how started this trip
Memories are taken away by some grip...

Living through all my past lifes
Regreting every new day...