Hangman’s Chair
Touch the Razor
Nothing's perfect
A man needs regrets
A mask to avoid what is real
And trying to be someone else
Drenched the feelings
It's only instinct
Accept what you want me to be
And ruin again our last chance
Love means reject
We hurt to protect
The only self-esteem we can save
And smiling to fool someone else

Where's the savior? Who am I?
Touch the razor, I should try
Something with the light scares my eyes
Some parts are missing, the burden of my nights
Turn me on
Until the dawn
Embrace my soul
Drag me down

When the dust starts to clean behind the scene
All is quiet but I still can not breathe

I believe in the bleakness around us
In the lies of our eyes when we touch
But you... Baby
You still want me to be someone else
We count the seconds and remember again
As the night skies are watching us stand
Here in the filth and the lack
Of our pathetic existence
This means nothing at all
I stare in the mirror
Searching in vain in the depths of my eyes
Some demons to slay and stay alive
We take the pain alone
Try to take it away from our heads
But it's far from done

Turn me on
Until the dawn
Embrace my soul
Drag me down

My ghost dozed off
Purify the silence around