Time stands still and the past never dies; to be buried I try to forget but the nightmare has no end Eternal echos on my mind I feel the hands on my throat My wings turn to dust The world is slipping through my fingers Nothing can cool my burning wounds Why is there tar dropping out of the clouds My soul collides (I try to breathe) I feel the hands on my throat My wings turn to dust Cold sweat reflects in my eyes Whatever i do Have i lost controle over my pointless games By negratius