In a whirlpool of delirium,
As midnight insomnia draws its patterns,
The usual limits are no longer existent.
The gravity fades into nothingness.
I'm drifting, paralyzed by the beauty of scary tales,
Each second living someone else's life.
Each time burning myself alive
To rise like a phoenix from the ashes.
To find a starting point, a null meridian,
A place and time where I can be blissful,
Is impossible with ideals turned upside down.
In a whirlpool of delirium
And dawning deathly languor
Space takes shape,
And I'm falling.
To find a starting point, a null meridian,
A place and time where I can be blissful,
Is impossible with ideals turned upside down.
I lie here paralyzed by the sound of a wakeup call,
Ushering me into the next day.
Long day with no sense, no light, just emptiness inside.
No sense, no light, just emptiness inside.