I sing of broken dreams and earthquakes
Of empty promises and my mistakes
I sing of disappointments
I sing of hurting comments
Singing at the top of my lungs, loud and clear
I'm singing to emphasize my fear
With nothing but doubt inside of me I live the living dead
Trying to fight my fears instead
It doesn't matter how the battle goes, how hard I try
I only fail once more and die
I ring of my absent-mined smile
Thinking by myself for a while...
Of memories in the back of my mind
Which is now all left behind
The good things are long gone and forgotten
The sweet melodies are rotten
My heart is broken, my spirit dwelling in everlasting disgrace
My mind and soul lost in a stolen place
That's why I sing a song
Because of good things now long gone
I sing of my raining blue eyes
I sing of hypocrites and their lies
I sing of my eternal living dead
Whenever I go to sleep, I find myself awake in bed