I woke up gasping for breath,
the old me just sent the last goodbye,
telling me we shall live apart,
blaming me for the unhealed wounds,
all the broken promises and lies

From that moment,
I dragged the pieces that were on the tracks,
around with me for an eternity,
hoping for a magical spell,
to help me find out,
why I was betrayed by my own-self
  
Or to dig a hole,
and bury me alive,
because death and I are friends apart,
and today we shall meet again,
above a thousand clouds of peace,
or underneath a thousand fires of hatred