| Broken | |
| I have come a long way where I started from | |
| but I'm still not even close to where I'm going | |
| (and now) I can no longer see the shine | |
| that has been lighting up my way | |
| I cannot feel its glowing | |
| The fire in my heart is dying | |
| and the zeal I had is gone | |
| This path that I've chosen's a rocky one | |
| Long, hard and frozen it has become | |
| Each turn that I've taken on the way | |
| has only led me back to Hell | |
| I am dying down growing weaker now | |
| It could seem that I'm doing fine | |
| but I'm broken to little pieces deep inside | |
| Why did I ever choose to go this way | |
| The question I keep asking myself all the time | |
| I guess it was my instinct for self-destruction | |
| that pointed me down this way | |
| The fire in my eyes is dying | |
| and the dream I had is gone | |
| This path that I've chosen's a rocky one | |
| Long, hard and frozen it has become | |
| Each turn that I've taken on the way | |
| has only led me back to Hell | |
| I am dying down growing weaker now | |
| It could seem that I'm doing fine | |
| but I'm broken to little pieces deep inside |