My pathway is not straight | |
Another bend appears | |
I slow down and pass vivid dreams | |
Meaningless sounds, wild murmur of voices | |
- Stick all round my lips, leave powerless | |
The hostile prophecy is being fulfilled | |
It makes me be wrong as for what is light what is shadow | |
Up there leaden sky | |
- cries and joins Hell | |
Taken sweetness drowns in the waves of anger | |
Track of the White is lost, no destination | |
Smile went ashy pale - a vain attempt to scare me | |
I feel nothing | |
I know enough |