Wrapped and tide to a doubt
And inner in the flesh
Darkened depressions succumbing again
Waiting the hour
The strings snaps inside
Left for a second to take my own life
All the strings are
Just my torments
A sort of combinations
Of fear and despair
The symptom:
That searches its way
It only breaks and it takes the last moments
Of narrowed faiths
This last fear
Reaching all inside of me
Presents â¦
A distant voice
That has become my only hope
You think itâs gone
But its here for you
You just have to believe
For once
This time of settings
And last intents
This pain inside of me
Will take me no place
Iâll try once more
Before Iâm gone
And see the rain
Washing all
Believe the eyes
That you once saw
Believe the eyes
Those havenât gone
´Cause itâs worth and
Itâs the hope you ´re waiting
The proposition Iâm giving you
I will not have it one more time
So Iâll open my eyes and hope that youâre there