A dream - Like china in my hand
A castle built upon the sand
A word - I can not understand
A path that guides me to the end
"Yes, Death, Death must be so beautiful,
To lie in the soft brown earth,
With the grasses waving above one's head,
And listen to silence, To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow,
To forget time, to forget life, To be at peace, you can help me,
You can open for me the portals of death's house,
For love is always with you,
And love is stronger than death is" - Oscar Wilde
No dope no booze will help to hide
The pain that strikes from deep inside
So weary and too tired to fight
Against the ever tempting light
I live my life of sorrow
Always waiting for the perfect day
When I finally spread my wings
And fly into the sun
If there's a picture there
In the mirror, telling you "Beware!
Of what you have become
You're still melting in the sun"
And if you try to find your picture in the darkness
There will be nothing, but a shape my dear
And if you try to find salvation in the darkness
Thee will be nothing, but yourself you fear
Isn't it funny the only place where I feel safe
In the beckoning silence of self buried grave
I burry my emotions under a mountain full of pills
And think to myself "Oh my God,,what a thrill!"
If you gaze upon this man of stone
It's just a frame of flesh and bone
If you gaze up his skin
It is nothing but an empty shell
If you gaze upon this man of stone
It's just a frame of flesh and bone
If you gaze up his skin
It is nothing but an empty shell