Consumed by pain
Abducted in vein
Drained off any drop of life
Abandoned in my own shadow
Victim of my own weariness
Rotten is this repeated act of mine
Act of eternal balance, fails
Extending my wings at the break of dawn
I bring my soft touch next to your soul
I'll take you, no doubt, I'm ready to hunt
I'm joining you now, yet I'd rather fade
My own pain makes me wonder...
Do you really need my hands to plunder?
Self-destructive thoughts!
Self-destructive thoughts!
Self-destructive thoughts!
Self-destructive thoughts!
Self-destructive thoughts
Self-destructive thoughts
Son of the night, brother of sleep
Suffering deeply humanity traits
Despair in my bag is heavy, you see?
The light of my torch is fading away
My own pain makes me wonder...
Do you really need my hands to plunder?
Self-destructive thoughts
Self-destructive thoughts
Self-destructive thoughts
Self-destructive thoughts