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

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

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

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

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

I want to know how did I get here
Fighting my sickness and drowning in fear...

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

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

Drowned in the ocean of my illusions
Burned in the fire of my passion...

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

Morning's gone, I'm waking up
It was a dream I had to stop...

I was living in illusions of mine
All wasn't so well, but seemed so fine...