Hands tied behind my back and lips sewn together
At a swamp that nobody chose to see
Surrounded by pictures from my past
Broken glass and emptiness
But there’s only one thing in my mind
I reach out my hand
Coldness and fear embrace me
To eventually permeate everything at this mirror

The running veins of thought
Is this what we’re living for?
This constant longing for your voice
Why aren’t you answering?

Smiling, I throw myself into infinity
To be embraced by my destiny
This water of possession becomеs my tomb