Once again it’s hard for me to see what I find
Or in fact it’s hard to recognize what I see
A little piece of hate, Only full of pain, and many words to say
I have to try to put the pieces together
I have to try to had again the other parts
Inside of me there is not any saint place
Don’t try to say what I’m thinking
Inside of me there is a throne of lies
But my crown was somebody else
Its hard to see, to find the border line. I’m insane or mad

Every time I try to join the pieces, I break in parts
At sometime I’ll find the pieces to realign

Every time I choose to destroy the pieces, I fall apart
Time to die, every second counts to try to say goodbye

And your memory stills
Carrying me, carrying me, carrying me down