Another hung up soul - Yes,
It renounced of me.
Who am I? I'm your hero,
Fallen angel,
Your first one.
Last days are running out - a suicide,
by thrusting the glass in under the skin.
Dreams end to flame, but they're not about you,
Flying up in the air, all the
HIGHER, FASTER, STRONGER !
It's your turn to exchange this world,
Life is not over, you won't become other one.
Time is remaining. Who are you towards yourself?
Yet another hung up soul.
The earth is sweating with blood,
Taking you with itself.
The earth can't hold you,
It can be done only by me.
Answer comes with a foam at mouth,
You'll answer to the main question: NO!
Last days are running out - a suicide,
by thrusting the glass in under the skin.
Dreams end to flame, but they're not about you,
Flying up in the air, all the
HIGHER, FASTER, STRONGER !
The blood whispers: Endure it.
Whisper of blood as the echoes of pain.
Whisper of blood... Whisper of blood...
Endure, endure, endure IT.
With pain in my chest, I know what awaits me,
In this mud nobody can find the light,
Transparent liquid will flow out of the eye.
Your sweet voice is cheating me nicely,
I'm trying to understand, what's your revenge?
I'm knocking at the doors to nowhere,
breaking myself about iron,
And in this soul the emptiness reigns.
Another one...
Another one...