[Words: Barthold, music: Selin]



This can't make me better, but at least I'm gonna try 

Makes the bitterness come so much more alive 

One-way ticket to a zone to take me away from this night 

The insect crawled out and died in the light of a sun too bright 



Your worn out face - The liquid anguish is brought 

Your worn out face - I've seen them all before 



Fading slowly, whispering souls

Wallowing deeper, swallowing souls 



This can't make me better, but at least I'm gonna try 

Makes the Orient night come so much more alive 



Your worn out face - The liquid anguish is brought 

Your worn out face - I've seen them all before 



Sing to me your lullaby so sweet 

Sing to me corrosive sleep 



Fading slowly, whispering souls 

Wallowing deeper, swallowing souls