Who am I now that Im living?
Feel the crowd in
A lonely room,
Reality is just a dream away:

Fall upon the knife
And cut the eternal
Moment.

When are you going to see
That all I do is love
And the intention is pure?

All the world's a blur,
Only the poem is real.

And I need to find myself
While searching for you,
And where the hell are you?

A soul id twilight's gaze,
The fool becomes a martyr.

Telling me what I am and
What I should be,
Who are you anyway?

Take the Word,
Already spoken,
All that is left
Is to live.