Mirrors covered my hopes for endless mournful hours, hours of staring into me
As time passes in circles, surrounding fields of trust - faithless I'll drown - free
I wish my fingers to bleed from a touch of grace
I wish my eyes to be wounded by a broken glass
Passionate to paint my dreams in daylight, beyond the fields of grief a path
Withered as your bright world, count dead hours under neurotic spark
To be heard in silence
To be embraced in the nights

Sometimes I feel I'm drowning
In this sea of despair and lust,
With salty tears like pilgrims
I'm witnessing my own demise,
Passionate to cross this border,
To come free at once,
To throw myself into the fire,
Immortal, I'll become one with the dust
Forgive me as I'm losing
I'm almost there? I'm coming - almost touching - so real - so close -
So much for fighting this psychotic state of mine

Do you know how it feels to be awakened as water covers my eyes?

And now? I'm lying here
Watching in silence
The process, almost complete,
This door is locked, enchanted with demise

And an image foreseen from the other room? Is this me?

The struggling to gain the throne of his own senses,
Dressed in disguise,
They paint him white, from head to toe
Oblivious to the void, its absence will apply

Staring, at the edge of time
Circulating without remorse
No regret for knowing too much
And staring at the eye of my world

The walls will stand tall and proud tomorrow
In this place where time stands still
Impossible to cure my image,
Impossible to cut my will

Mirrors upon mirrors of my soul trapped in a maze,
But it's useless to express the pain
Room 63 is silent tonight
Behind the door, you can barely hear
Footsteps to another dream
From here

Will you hear?