When the warm wind blows through the corridors and tiled walls
There you are, the mad guardian of your empty room
Your memories were tortured by the scent of ocean through the halls
And where was I, the one that you loved best?
Now show me how to hold the knife that cuts the page
To crucify the weakness and the guilt I use for faking strength
Now I remember, I crawled naked across the broken stage
And there was I, the child that brought us shame
So walk across the blood red ocean
Stand above the broken glass and concrete towers
And here I sleep, some guardian of my empty room
Now I've become the child that neither of us knew
Jetzt kannst du schlafen
Jetzt kannst du immer ruhig träumen
Thank God you never knew the things that I've done
Thank God you never saw the person I've become

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