A strange kind of inner quarrel
Where there is home,
I‘m Iost
Where I‘m settled,
I‘m haunted by wanderlust

Harsh winds pounding
Pale skies numb as my heart
Nothingness within brought to light
Beneath all darkness,
Lies still, an anima that is pure.
Damned to loneliness for ever more

The breath I take tells me I´m alive
I see reality unravel before my eyes
Time passes, I breathe
I see the naked truth
Though all there is, is a blurr
All I can act upon is numbness
Time stands still, I breathe
Within the rigid blurr,
´Tis as though I see my own core,
Rotten, beautiful and raw.