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 ⦠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