A new sun is rising,
A new skin tries to grow.
Thoughts still decayed
as the rain washes away,
Overcoming a great tragedy
with words and thoughts unspoken.
Beyond the clouds
above the city
cold winds blow through the skin;
It's a promise for a better future,
Another unfulfilled promise.

Sun in the middle of the sky,
The skin reformed, now so old.
Walking by strangers stranger than you,
Speaking of a future never to survive.
The tide rises slowly,
Emotions overflow;
Yet, there's still something good
That won't allow you to let go,
While a countdown starts;
A countdown to self-destruct.

Why is it so hard to hold on?
And why the pain is too much to bear
When you have to say farewell?
How long will this go on?
Why should I hold on?
I want to break down,
Let me go....

The sun is setting,
The dark's creeping from above.
A skin so old now cracks and dissolves
As thoughts decay and vanish.
Overwhelmed by the shadows,
Running into the poisoned air;
Now nothing inside remains,
There's no one home.
Better to give up now
then to wait for the final moment of despair:
When all hope is lost...

How long must I carry on before I break?
How much pain can a man take?
How long will these go on?
Should I hold on?
I want to fall
to the unknown.

It's night,
A new moon is on the rise,
I still tear myself.
It's a circle of existence,
never to be broken;
And yet I still tear myself to pieces.

HOW LONG...?