These ghosts I keep inside
shards of glass in my veins
release me from myself, release
from my duality
I face these as a soldier would
but useless is my war
the innocence that smiles today
tomorrow will bee lying
Who is it that really dies when all the people look at me?
And I`m twisting my fingers in my hair
while a mirror reflects me
Now I`m digging to the bone
all the painting
scratching at flesh, drives me mad
to be alive and free
And the ghosts I keep inside myself
how do they see me?
while again I`m drowning
with my soul will you save me?
