The lucky clock marks the prophecy
desire, anguish, blood and heartbreak
my full life and empty soul
I am the audience and the only actor
The waves break the castle of sand
the ceremony of desolation
I am a stranger in paradise
I am the toy of disillusionment
I am burning and I feel cold, cold
I shout the names but no one answers
I lost my way back home
I know I'm going but I don't know where
I look for the beginning and only find the end
The dream ends and the shot rings
I am the delirium, I am the confusion
I am like a verse that is wrong
while death drops the curtain.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI