In a dream deep inside to my heart I disorient myself In the bustling city I lost my memory In the tremble of sliding into the abysm I see the truth In the moment of the breaking up of my soul I reached the end of all hope The rope tied my hands Dance like a puppet on the floor All the pain and the craze start to rotate In beautiful black air
In a dream deep inside to my heart I disorient myself In the bustling city I lost my memory In the tremble of sliding into the abysm I see the truth In the moment of the breaking up of my soul I reached the end of all hope The rope tied my hands Dance like a puppet on the floor All the pain and the craze start to rotate In beautiful black air
