My Sorrow
Disguised icons
Unscaleable mountains
of submissive repetition
They rage, they burn
No page left unturned
This trumped up roaring
of a lifeless call
The thought's that soaring
will inevitable fall
An act of splendor
will come out sordid
This dismal ender
is always morbid
Fatal wounds
Broken bones
Ripped and shredded
The nails embedded
deep!
My sorrow - harkens back to the loss of all light
My sorrow - ablaze in the darkness of an eternal night
There was light in the midst of our angst
Which shone brightly on our misfortune
And cast shadows where hiding where scarce
So we huddled betwixt our own darkness
There we spent our time contemplating
and arose with our shadowy halos
What was born from the absence of meaning
was defining for our existence
There is no hope of leaving
There is no hope for peace
There is no hope or meaning
There's no last release
Beneath this fragile surface
My life is failing me
There is no hope or purpose
No To be or not to be
I want to go but linger
I do know the solution
At me I point my finger
But I lack the resolution
Dead
Dead
Dead
Dead
Dead inside
Dead inside
Dead inside
I'm dead inside
Autor(es): Alex Kribensten, Anders Brorsson, Dennie Lindén, Jonas Udd, Magnus Karlsson