The Cold

Lost
In the nervous haze
Finding
Out myself

Severing the doubts from the aim
Keeping the passion inflamed

Between the "easy way...of no choice"

Twisted in lies
You haunt me ...you give me the cold
Feeding up my ghosts...my evil spring...within...The cold

I live the chaos of my dreams and my regrets
I burst in silence cunning demons, life prospects

Ripping my reason sustain
Drawing a logical frame

Inside the "normal chain...of no choice"

Twisted in lies
You haunt me ...you give me the cold
Feeding up my ghosts...my evil spring...within...The cold

I ear your words...I get confused...They seem so right...Still I refuse
So far I am... So close I've been...Should I forget? ...Or should I still dream...

I think and drift throughout this thoughts in every ways
I ear the voice, the constant speech, the constant claim

Shouting for simple repay
Proving that I can't delay

The usual "empty stage...of no choice"

Twisted in lies
You haunt me ...you give me the cold
Feeding up my ghosts...my evil spring...within...The cold

Cold