Intro...

Cold is the grisly death I feel in the air,
could cut with a blade this atmosphere,
days come and go like faulty dominoes
haven't been lined up properly.
If I die today, I'll die welcoming.....
Karma's never paid with my breaths
or an after-flow of a future dreamin'.
I've been so alone and I stop feeling
As a child I was always so sensitive...
This will be the story of my ending
when happiness dies, trembling
Voices are always hesitating
to confront me from my past,
tearing only into my ship's mast.