I’m cold, but I’m awake
And fragments of my memory are randomly erased
Like the picture of your face

I tried not to forget
The anesthetic effect of time that passed by, constantly
And my head seems to explode

What else could I feel, but scorn?
My anger has become a silent thorn under the skin
Still waiting to break through

Face me, I’ll chase you
I don’t need a guide to your mind
Come, face me, I’ll trace you back
Our beauty we’ve left far behind
Come, face me, I’ll chase you
To bury your light in myself
Come, face me, I’ll trace you back someday
I’ll trace you back anyway

But solitude remains
Your former shine became so dull, the mirror of a soul
I’ve found myself inside your heart

I’m cold, but I’m alive
And I tear aside the walls to find a way outside again
But I end up in the next maze

You never knew I was here
You’ve never seen me here fighting with your fears
And take the torment on myself in existing inside you
Living inside you