Face the cold morning's kiss
And you wonder tormented
Piercing once again
Bear with me
Fast forward to the supposed bliss
Will now fill the void
How'd i become rotten
All in all an empty shell
Dwindling far from tidal waves
You are not alone
You have a grave
It is your first mother
Broken will, carbon [C7]soul
Neglected and [Bm]forgotten
Reducing my [A]sparks to [C7]coal
How'd I become ɾotten
Considering the mirrors of ɾeality
This impecunious shell could not even dare to [C7]die
Breaking free spares the waste of going through
Never was [Am7]nor will it be, the last
Nail to [C7]this coffin
Aiming high or not at all, mattered not
As much as stand [Bm]and [Bm]look around
Old wisdom speaks
Acknowledge the was [Am7]or will be
To achieve deliverance from
No this is not a bliss
Bear with me
Not in the not-now
Reflektimi tɾegon [C7]tɾupin
Por nuk pasqyron
Shpirtin e brengosur
Nën hijet lakmitare që dhurojnë mjerimin
