"But thought's the slave of life, and life's time's fool, And time, that takes survey of all the world, Must have a stop" - Henry IV, William Shakespeare There's no other way that all this would end, For me, here and now, time must have a stop At last... Knowing he's at large somewhere, Waiting 'till my foot slips so he could get me One day, one day. New born, wake me - There's a dream recurring in my head, New born, wake me - With a chance to start over again. It's the place out of sight, But I can see it before me... It hurts Again and again and again... "Come now, I shall mold you, In the likeness and image Of me." New born, wake me - There's a dream recurring in my head, New born, wake me - With a chance to start over again. New born, wake me - There's a dream that's recurring in my head, New born, wake me - With a chance to start over again. There's no other way that all this would end, For me, here and now, time must have a stop At last... Going outside seems a test of strength, Everywhere I can sense his scent. He moves now and then behind every shadow. Every face is his face, there's a whisper again: "Pain - we're only here through pain, Through pain, through pain." The memory of touch brings shudder, The scars awake - I relive it all again, All again. There's no peace for me 'till my days End, no hand caressed the paths that never mend, Never mend... Pain - we're only here through pain, Through pain, through pain.