Из альбома: Volume I
I remember everything
Is that to be my curse?
These images that crowd me,
Will they never disperse?
A distorted symbiosis
Between now and then
It seems they will not let go,
Not until my last breath
This can not be real
This mustn't be real
It leaves nothing behind but destruction
Now, I can not heal,
Being stuck in this wheel
That rules out life as an option
What if time stands still
Though things around might change?
You just try to wrestle it,
In ways that may seem strange
Everything's worth trying
When you're in a state like this,
And you're fed up with crying
Over things you don't miss
This can not be real
This mustn't be real
It leaves nothing behind but destruction
Now, I can not heal,
Being stuck in this wheel
That rules out life as an option