"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