He was supposed to survive the war
To staunch his enemies and never flinch
Beware of dangers, be always ready
To live the horrors that skin you alive
They make you bleed
The poor man's blood
Pours down the trenches
In dreadful stench
He looks at the skyfall
But never sees it
Behind the curtain
Of blood and tears.
He belongs to nothing
And nothing fears.

Into wonderful window I stole a glance
Into life I could never have
There were times I wanted to ask of you
If perhaps you’d give me a hand
I could’ve easily been in love with you
And I’d easily come along
But my life didn't let me more than a glance
More than one chance to look
Crumbling and lost, no, I’ve never been strong
Though I could have been strong for you…
Into beautiful window I stole a glance
And that window was shut for good.

Entangle me in dreams, put me in labyrinth
Of fear and faith and farewell to my sins
I long survived the horrors of the living dead
When every breath you take is false, it pins
Your conscience that you shouldn’t breathe at all
Survival long time meaningless, it seems
That not too soon the calm night comes
Devoid of falling, failure, ghastly ghosts so mean,
So cruel in their unfairness, unforgivable...
I’ve seen so many of the nasty ‘FINs’
And every time it shreds my heart to gaping wounds
But I still live...
I’d rather sleep it through instead
Than take another battle to my wins


I’d rather stop the earth from spinning altogether
Than risk the chance it all anew begins


I want no more of suffering through the days, when
The memories’ parade appears on all the screens
I scream

They say that time is healing everything that’s wounded
But time erases everything, not heals
The nasty scar on your wife’s skin
Instead, that skin is rotting in the grave
And every time I see it in my mind, I hope it be
The last time I can see, and think, and feel,
And breathe.