Under the cloak of night, my being delves into the gloom
A deep void, an absence that illuminates my room
Where once burned a fire of passion and wild delight
Now only lingers a cold echo, a lament without respite

Oh what the fuck happened me?
Oh this is not the real me

Where do the caresses hide that once ignited the flame?
Now only whispers remain, ghosts of an old game
Moans fade into the darkness of the bed
Lost amidst the sheets, in ecstasy now dead, now dead
Now dead

The wind whispers secrets of a faded libido
Like a river drying, a flower that's no more to grow
Where did the moans of pleasure and desire go?
Now there's only silence, an echo in the cold air's flow

Oh what the fuck is this shit
Oh what the hell should I write here

Where do the caresses hide that once ignited the flame?
Now only whispers remain, ghosts of an old game
Moans fade into the darkness of the bed
Lost amidst the sheets, in ecstasy now dead

In the solitude of night, my body seeks relief
But shadows loom, enveloping me in their grief
A song of desolation, a lament without an end
In the silence of the night, my desire fades

Where do the caresses hide that once ignited the flame?
Now only whispers remain, ghosts of an old game
Moans fade into the darkness of the bed
Lost amidst the sheets, in ecstasy now dead