[Words: Barthold, music: Selin]
This can`t make me better, but at least I`m gonna try
Makes the bitterness come so much more alive
One-way ticket to a zone to take me away from this night
The insect crawled out and died in the light of a sun too bright
Your worn out face - The liquid anguish is brought
Your worn out face - I`ve seen them all before
Fading slowly, whispering souls
Wallowing deeper, swallowing souls
This can`t make me better, but at least I`m gonna try
Makes the Orient night come so much more alive
Your worn out face - The liquid anguish is brought
Your worn out face - I`ve seen them all before
Sing to me your lullaby so sweet
Sing to me corrosive sleep
Fading slowly, whispering souls
Wallowing deeper, swallowing souls