I exist to find out I don't know how
Je suis vaste d'un paysage
Pourtant si bref
Je me révolte et rien ne vient
Pourtant tout arrive
I comfort my discomfort
But it still eats me in the end
The Sun is setting down
I stay awake, anyway
So many tales inside
I don't know why
I am made this way
Fine art a recollection
Dark dreams and lack of hope
Fine dreams a dark collection
High fever and broken bones
Everyone getting gold hands
But I am stuck with silver
It's a strange feeling
Sorrow I constellate
Once I was ordinary, now I'm involved
With emotions I don't even know
The present, the past
And all the things
I always thought
I'd never be afraid
Everyone getting gold hands
But I am stuck with silver
