In Mitra Medusa Inri

Traces Of The Night

In Mitra Medusa Inri


Awoke benumbed 
Without the feeling 
To find time 
Body and soul are searching for 
The memories of the last hours 
Reflecting lights in wet panes
Clouds passing by quickly 
The past is lying on the lips 
The desire of what doesn't exist 
Too tired for sleeping 
Too weak for living 
Awoke benumbed 
Without the feeling 
Crashed, slightly bent 
Mirror-images don't deny 
Everything is strange but also real 
There's a feeling of an in-between 
Try to hold the night 
While I'm sleeping
I give the chance to the day  
I only know, no matter what 
I will decide
I won't follow traces