You’ve been strong enough to fight the nothingness
But unable to help a single beggar.
Another’s wounds suffice to keep your interest
Like autumn’s leaves, they fall on you to make you suffer.
The apocalypse riders seem to be
All confined in your mind.
Awaking the demons inside
And devouring what they can find:
Time, fear, dark, death!
Show me how to separate my mind from my thoughts
And lock them in a holy grave.
Teach me how to divide my wounds from my soul
And to keep them in my thoughts cemetery.
Every memory has turned into a thorn.
It’s a poison from which you cannot die.
Abandon the shell that too long have been worn
But find a solution to stop this derive.
Ask help to fight…
Show me how to separate my mind from my thoughts
And lock them in a holy grave.
Teach me how to divide my wounds from my soul
And to keep them in my thoughts cemetery.
Bury my thoughts
Care for my soul
A place to find
Somewhere to hide
Bury me
Care for me
Thoughts cemetery!
Show me how to separate my mind from my thoughts
And lock them in a holy grave.
Teach me how to divide my wounds from my soul
And to keep them in my thoughts cemetery.
Bury my thoughts!
Care for my soul
A place to find
Somewhere to hide
Bury me!
