I'm feeling
Like i'm waisting myself away
Everyday,
without doing something meaningful.
To what end?
I strarted to count down the days
For the moment of no regrets
For the time where I won't care at all
For the second that life around me
Will stop...

I'm hollow inside
and there's nothing you can do.
I'm hollow inside
and there's nothing you can say.
You can shed my blood away
For I don't care...

Because:
If I can't wake-up in the morning
And make myself get out of bed
And start doing something
Not only jerk off into my hand
Or stare up at the walls
That have become my one true home,
Even the tiny spider
Makes jokes about me with his friends:
"Hey- look at this deadbeat,
"He needs help with his clothes and food".
So what am I really doing?
Just waisting myself away...
Just waisting myself away...
I had given-up today...
I threw my lifelines away...

It's like you're living is someone else's dream
But you can't figure which way to go
And you're not your own.
You're like a heavy working-machine:
No feelings, no yearnings,
No desire, no regrets,
No love, no sorrow
No nothing...

And you're falling down into the void of darkness
Just to find your body lying down lifeless on the ground
And your'e screaming and Shouting
You're pleading with tears
"Please, wake up..."
But the fall is long and timeless
And all you cand do is embrace the darkness
That have become you.

Here inside of me
So deep inside of me
There's a sound
Like no other sound could follow.
I'm singing and i'm crying
But can you hear me;
Reach my voice above the crowd?

I'm counting down the days
For the final moment
Where nothing will stop me.
And then, for the first and last time
I wll spread my wings and fly.

I will break loose.