Now close your eyes...

You're present in my sleep you hunt me when I'm awake.
My soul you seem to keep.
My heart will weep again and again and again...

These days? In my head? Make me feel you are the one...
These dreams in my head seem real...

[In my heart]
You're in my heart
You're in my soul
[In my soul]
Want you close
[In my heart]
You're in my heart

You're present in my sleep you hunt me when I'm awake.
My soul you seem to keep my heart will weep again and again and again...

These days? In my head? Make me feel you are the one...
These dreams in my head seem real...

You're in my heart
(In my heart)
You're in my soul
Want you close
(In my soul)
You're in my heart
(In my heart)
You're in my soul

Now in hand,
a choice ahead.
Buried in sand.
Once blessed, now dead.

Wake from my dream
so it may seem still I regret
And I make sure is?

All is gone
(To the hate hunting me)
Still lost, somehow.

To understand I must?
I dig with both hands
through a promise I kept

Deeper I love, more I awake
And all that I took
was not mine to take

All is gone
(To the hate hunting me)
Still lost, somehow.
(to the tears blinding me)

Schon es sieht nach Regen aus

Now I have burned the skies for you
Now I have drowned the world for you
How could I know you earth and sky

Now life is death and light is dark
My sins have left their precious mark
Again I've lost my only one

I have left you cold
The shadows won if truth be told
Once you leave for good
I let myself drown

Lass mich deine Träne weinen
Lass mich nur im Dunkeln schreien
Nie und nimmer tot gemacht
Keine herz und immer nacht

The shadows haunt me
to my broken glass bed

What truth there is left,
what hope might still live
I think I can feel it,
I think I believe it

What love might have lived,
what heart might still beat
I think I can feel it,
I think I believe it

Gone is the darkness
that I once called my home
Or have I become it?
Am I still alone?
Gone is the fear.
or at least so it might seem
Is this the one of which I know
I cannot dream.

Jacques Derrida:
"Of Grammatology"

Did I ever listen to you?
Did I ever stop to think?
Could I ever kill you harder?
Could I bury you any deeper?

With every look I crushed you whole
With every smile I grained your bones
The darkness makes me stronger
And I can swallow it no more

Evil in all shapes
In my case it's cold and hollow
Darkness, it wakes nor sleeps
And this pain you're forced to swallow

I forget to tell all the bones in your body the end is near
A kiss to bid your heart farewell,
there's nothing left of me to sell

I forgive the end for its suffocating hope and fear
Before I ever wave goodbye - cross my heart and hope to die

You commit to leave all your love behind without a tear
Tomorrow is a different day, another chance to fade away

A million times I'd die for you
but even death can be untrue
Despite the soul I tore apart,
despite the times I drowned my heart

Now I will force my way into the heart
So I betray the mission - fall apart.

On the outskirts of my mind, there's really nothing left
Integrity's gone, I've lost myself again

On the outskirts of my mind, there's really nothing left
Hell is loose, and it's only just begun

On the outskirts of my mind, there's really nothing left
Violet dreams of violent kind, they haunt me now you're gone

Violet dreams of violent a kind, kaleidoscope mind of hate
The battle with everyone was really just the enemy within

I hold the truth, I am the cure, I hold you down, I beg you now
Try not to look me in the eye, as I'm headed for the kill
I know I have to do it, even if I'm lost

Can't seem to remember the day that I lost you
But it seems like I never had you anyway

This ceremony of opposites in my relation to both shadows at play in complete and
utter darkness, and the inexplicable absence of light on the brightest of days. The
reality presented to me by shadows, appear no different that the one displayed by
light. I am the difference, I am the anomaly, I am the abyss, and the void. It is the
false truth, and the truth is always false.

Can't seem to find the outskirts
Can't seem to remember the violet
Can't seem to remember the day that I lost you
Can't seem to tell a dream from a lie
Can't seem to tell you why I'm here.

[Instrumental]

Heavenly memories, born from my desire
Dark is the path deprived
of all but blood-torn hearts

Hellish remembrance is the truth
that shuts my eyes
Blackened, my life, but still I live to breathe the lies

All the beauty I have lost forever will be gone

By your headstone on my knees,
I fail as you've died once again
Torn asunder, falling under
- God, I hate myself
Burning up, I'll always bleed,
this time there's only hell
for me

By your headstone on my knees,
I fail as you've died once again
Torn asunder, falling under
- God, I hate myself
Burn in hell, but live to tell
- there's no remorse for me
For me.