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. Everytime I try to join the pieces, I break in parts At sometime I'll find the pieces to realign Everytime I choose to destroy the pieces, I fall apart Time to die, every second counts to try to say goodbye And your memory stills Carring me, carring me, carring me down