The days keep flying by,
And I have gotten absolutely nowhere...
Living in hell
Nothing is well...
The shadows are my home,
The dark is where I stay...
A solo performance-
you played out; within me...
My child-hood had died
lost in a parental war...
I don't know where I am going,
Barely remember where I have been...
I returned home to motherland
where I first learned how to walk...
I am made more of scar tissue,
Than I am made of skin...
break every bone,
Mama I'm not home...
a one way ticket out,
beside me-beside every doubt...
The times when you have seen only the madness in...
the desperation I felt when trying to confess my...
Memories and dreams
floating around and twisting each other...