Из альбома: Inner Exile
As life turns in circles
I am dead again
Believe me, here is nowhere
We are lost again
A feeling gone, like in the past
Nothing has been done
Today I bleed myself dry
Until I am dust again
Tomorrow I watch myself cry
Until we are dust again
A feeling gone, like in the past
Nothing has been done
I take my last, I take my last
I take my last chance
To make myself clear that I am
A moment of illusive sanity makes me wonder
Makes me think I'm free
A moment of purest clarity
Occasionally I try to rescue me
A feeling gone, like in the past
Nothing has been done
I take my last, I take my last
I take my last chance
To make myself clear that I am
I take my last, I take my last
I take my last chance
To make myself clear that I am
I take my last, I take my last
I take my last chance
To make myself clear that I am