Hope is a figure in the wall
Nothing but the pale shadow of our existence
The constant deceit that makes us fall
Erring through pain along the distance.

To ease the anguish of our days
We live our lives as if it had a meaning
Trying to avoid the painful embrace
We hide through masks to show no feelings

Digging trenches where we stand still
Waiting for a sparkle of joy to come

But I can feel nothing
As I watch my dreams come undone
But I can feel nothing
As I watch my dreams come undone

Hope is a figure in the wall
Nothing but the pale shadow of our existence
The constant deceit that makes us fall
Erring through pain along the distance.

To ease the anguish of our days
We live our lives as if it had a meaning
Trying to avoid the painful embrace
We hide through masks to show no feelings

Digging trenches where we stand still
Waiting for a sparkle of joy to come

I am buried where light cannot reach
And where hope is but a memory

In despair we scream
Begging for a word of hope
As if we would hear a response
The silence is deafening

Falling deeper into the void
dragged by its hollow core
The will to live fades away
and my dreams end their days

And so I bury them
As I have before

Reclaiming the time we have wasted waiting
Between the mud and rubble of our lives
we are survivors condemned to breathe among the dead
With hope born from solitude.

There´s no need to remove the blindfold
From those who walk in darkness
There´s no need to remove the blindfold
From those already blind

What if the illusion to overcome despair falls?
What if we have already uttered our final words?
What we set out to be when dreaming was worth it
Is a sham to be forgotten

The world keeps spinning and here we are with nothing to behold
Submerged within this thickening fog where ambitions are dying hopes.
We die looking for the answers
written in the paths we did not wish to walk.

What if the illusion to overcome despair falls?
What if we have already uttered our final words?

To look up to the sky,
Willing to break the fetters of fate
The need to scream, to howl like a light bearer
To reveal the way in the void of our soul

Reclaiming the time we have wasted waiting
Between the mud and rubble of our lives
We are survivors condemned to breathe among the dead
With hope born from solitude.

The world keeps spinning and here we are with nothing to behold
Submerged within this thickening fog where ambitions are dying hopes.
We die looking for the answers
Written in the paths we did not wish to walk.

Fog envelops, and entombs our withered light
A pathetic shadow of its glorious birth
Awaiting burial within the cold embrace
Freed from the prison of
Desire

Useless words, dying, reaching nowhere.
The answers remain withheld
The asymptotic human belief
Thrown as alms to a beggar prolonging his torment

Looking for meaning
To ease my rotten heart
After all these years of fighting
Against my own will

All objections
All rejections
All reproaches

Useless words, dying, reaching nowhere

I still must extinguish
The embers in my veins
A vertiginous instant of lucidity
Descending through the sinuous labyrinth

With black clouds staining the clear blue sky
I pound the earth with my fists
As if it could be undone

In this rotten world
I can find nothing else
But the wretched husks
Of hopeless failure

Mirrors into myself

In search for understanding
We walk through endless roads
Tirelessly dragged by the desire
To set us free from the burden of existence

From this so called world
we perceive nothing more than its deformed echoes
As a tragic mirror that shows us
The decay of mankind

Completely isolated
Born into a black abyss
No senses, no movement
A prison for the mind

I cannot understand this place
My weary eyes do not see
My withered hands do not feel
Except the darkness which fetters me

Suddenly a familiar voice pierces through the silence
It beckons me to arise
It fills me with a horror so very wretched
And reopens festering wounds

The very sound flushes cold blood through my veins
Flesh awakening to agony
Recoiling, my body wrenches within its bonds
Wretched vessel for suffering

Is my existence an abomination?
The pathetic whimpering of flesh and bone?

Is my existence an abomination?
The pathetic whimpering of flesh and bone?

There is no joy in a world like this
Where words are useless sounds
Uttered without reason

Is my existence an abomination?
The pathetic whimpering of flesh and bone?

I grow so cold again
As if I am already dead
But I am not allowed that release
I will remain here, dying forever

There is no joy in a world like this