SLOWLY THE 
SEASONS CH
ANGE SLOWL
Y LIFE IS 
GETTING ST
RANGE ALL 
COLOURS TU
RN TO GREY 
NOTHING MA
TTERS ANYW
AY MY DREA
RY LIFE MA
KES ME SCA
RED WHY AM 
I TOO TIRE
D TO FIGHT 
AGAINST IT 
LOST IN A 
ROOM INSID
E MY HEAD 
I RAGE AND 
SCREAM BUT 
IT´S TOO L
ATE I´M SC
REAMING I´
M SCREAMIN
G WITHIN T
HEY CLOSE 
THE DOOR A
ND THROW A
WAY THE KE
Y I´M LOCK
ED INSIDE 
A WARM LIQ
UID HAZE F
LOWING SLO
WLY THROUG
H MY VEINS 
SUDDENLY I 
UNDERSTAND 
I´M ON THE 
WAY TO MY 
INNERSELF 
THE WITNES
S OF MY BO
DY´S DEATH 
BLEEDING W
ITHIN BLEE
DING WITHI
N I LEAVE 
THIS COLD 
REALITY ES
CAPE IN SP
IRITUALITY 
BLEEDING W
ITHIN BLEE
DING WITHI
N