Throne…
And I see all good things going into a wrong direction
Memories seeking their own destination

Infected by hollowed dreams
And vague shapes
It seems like the night swallows every clear notion

Followed by nightmares and blurry schemes memories appear, leading to…
Followed by nightmares and blurry schemes memories appear, leading to unknown desperation

Don’t like to think about the old times
The path I went, 'til this point
'Til this point

Broke I was left…
Broke I was left
Nameless and shamed
Despised by family
And entourage
Despised by family
And entourage

Broke I was left
Nameless and shamed
Despised by family
And entourage

Just some of my friends
That are backing me up
And arouse from sleep
With awoken memories
Just some of my friends
That are backing me up
And arouse from sleep
With awoken memories
Followed by nightmares and blurry schemes memories appear, leading to…
Followed by nightmares and blurry schemes memories appear, leading to unknown desperation

And I see all good things going into a wrong direction
Memories seeking their own destination

It’s time to see my own face in any mirror
It took a long time for me to recognise...
To recognise that I have grown to a point of apathy