All good things must come to an end Believe that mental distress's darkening everything Let's hope someday we'll learn how to get through Followed the sun one day, remember when it used to bright so endlessly Bright lights better days sweet emptyness From all above The sky's still grey Why is this the same inadequate That mold won't fit Let me take a hint to guess your fate These problems used to be such a hell to embrace Arms lied wide open Nothing can bring satisfaction Counting all that's left The end is coming and I don't see anything No reason why we should know how to From all above No helping hand Pressure I can't breath Pressure I can't breath Drifting out Senses fail What's left for you and me I've learnt to accept These problems used to be Such a hell to embrace Silence is a key to open the gate These problems used to be such a hell to embrace