I steped on cold clouds and I drank some ocean
now I control my black visionary days
and I'm asleep in my euphoric others
the world which I created is overrated
But he's more than I want to live
desire the good in the pain
and crying out the bad for its vain
my isolation is overrated
I just want to wrap my arms arould someone
for the sake of another
I won't suck his spirit, its regenerating inside
but his pain, I need for another
year or so maybe more I don't know
time goes by slow
the time between when I'm awake
I'll make a wish before its late