Idioma Origen:
I feel the pain but I'm afraid to cry,
all the time, desperate hiding tears.
My life is boring and I count the days,
on and on, woe is here to stay...
Only if God would show a sign for me... Oh...
Only if God could hold my begging hands...
This endless torture's building up my rage,
holding on, hide my agony.
I'm getting weary just to be alive,
all I want is help...!
So you dove into the dark beyond yourself, (beyond yourself)
lost your way to find the surface once again, (once again).
Insomnia will kill all your solemn nights...! Oh-oh!
Haunting your despair!
Sorrow made your life a living hell...
Lights are fading.
Caught inside the black-holed inner-self...!
Ego painted grey...
Insomnia will hold pleasures in a shell...!
And your defiant stare!
Sorrow made your life a living hell...
Lights are fading.
Caught inside the black-holed inner-self...!
Ego painted grey...
Oh no... ego painted grey...
Idioma Destino:
I feel the pain but I'm afraid to cry,
all the time, desperate hiding tears.
My life is boring and I count the days,
on and on, woe is here to stay...
Only if God would show a sign for me... Oh...
Only if God could hold my begging hands...
This endless torture's building up my rage,
holding on, hide my agony.
I'm getting weary just to be alive,
all I want is help...!
So you dove into the dark beyond yourself, (beyond yourself)
lost your way to find the surface once again, (once again).
Insomnia will kill all your solemn nights...! Oh-oh!
Haunting your despair!
Sorrow made your life a living hell...
Lights are fading.
Caught inside the black-holed inner-self...!
Ego painted grey...
Insomnia will hold pleasures in a shell...!
And your defiant stare!
Sorrow made your life a living hell...
Lights are fading.
Caught inside the black-holed inner-self...!
Ego painted grey...
Oh no... ego painted grey...