Lying on my back
the train has gone too far
glittering disappearens at the end of the hall
crumbling to pieces
just ashes and gloom
syring in my hand
affliction in my soul

Please stay your highness
don't go away from me
all the others has gone now
all what is left is you, sanity

My pupils are twisting
consciousness is my handle
can't follow back the pathway
can't re-open the moldy door
I'm locked inside illusion
so warmy but so cold

Please stay your highness...