| When time decides. | |
| The circle made from love and trust breaks. | |
| The chain breaks. | |
| An emptieness reveals. | |
| Memories start to swallow me. | |
| Searching the unknown of frustration from being into nothing. | |
| Freedom. Way stars. | |
| My aim. The joy of existhing. | |
| What remained of waitin so long was the bitter and painful experience of being left. | |
| Reality. I'm tightly embraced | |
| Wounds of love never going to heal. | |
| As long as the past remains. | |
| Only covered by illusion. | |
| The outer wrap breaks from inner pain. | |
| Got to be strong and egoistic. | |
| Thats the way it is. | |
| Oh our so beautiful world. | |
| A world dies lonely. ...and the beginning of nothing... |