I'm leaving my home now There's nothing I really want to take with me to save from the hell my life consists of, it grew old on my own
It's been its last word The fire now is blue and the smoke is the imitation of my happy world, my empire of lies and jokes, my beautiful silent song
It's always been the same Back and forth but at last it's found a laid back place It's sitting on my lap, can I go against that
Will it ever be back? To share with me its past To bring me back the magnetism of the easy happiness Will it ever be back? To let behind the scars That never let me look on the bright side and smile while I belch
And every other day Right away I figure out there's nothing say As strange as it might seem, it's my voice, so to speak
I'm fishing for my bright It's said to be deep inside my young and tired head I'll look for it in the sky of my dusty pain
It will never go, It did never lose, It did never…
Will ever it be back? To fill in this sore gap That let my illusion behind by the time it left Will it ever be back? To bring me back that toy That used to turn my tears into smiles and the sadness into laughter
It did never go, my sweet lazy hole, killing, touching me, oh no …
There's little likelihood of, of waking up and of realising all I dreamed was not really in my skin, just dirtied my nails.