Memory is a knife It cuts deep and painfully Can you call this a life? I can't go on normally Closing in to the face of time Sentencing myself for the selfless crime Again and again, asking myself why? Is this just the way it should have been? Or it is just another spin? Is there a reason to go on? Or I must die, just to be reborn? Falling down Reaching my destination I review my life In search of explanations All the emptiness will soon be gone As the soil falls upon the bone All the emotions will soon subside After the night in which I'll die All the factors revealed but they won't last as long As misery Misery All the emptiness will soon be gone As the soil falls upon the bone All the emotions will soon subside After the night in which I'll die This is the final darkness for my light