Living in a shadow where the time has stopped
Not in this world which is built on a clock
It takes him under control
Throwing him too fast for tomorrow
Sitting in a room sucking poison into his head
- On the way into the tomb from his own bed
Satan has not left him
But the job is done and death is smiling
'Cos he is roaming at the border of the real world
Where the angels have fallen
And he is losing the game of death surrendering
- Welcoming the day of his fate
No shelter by the grave - no return for the slave
Yesterday is gone - only lifeless around
Blood on his hand is the ticket deep down
The prisoner of his own mind
- Lost in the other side of daylight
'Cos he is roaming at the border of the real world
Where the angels have fallen
And he is losing the game of death surrendering
- Welcoming the day of his fate
No shelter by the grave - no return for the slave
