The cold of endless living.
Oh, Lord, I can't believe in
The magic of the warmth.

My mood is suicidal;
I live and cannot die for
The tribes of the hungry worms.

If you look at me
Nothing you will see,
Only the shadow on the wall
Chasing you, so real.
I am stuck between
The Hell and Heaven here;
But I'm ready to get back to thee.

I wait for your calling
To send my soul to you;
I wait for the morning
To fill your field of view.
I smile in the darkness
For I'm ignored no more,
For years in my casket
Have turned into the cure.

I fly through the black sky;
I try to reach your lifestyle
And get out of the night.

You are the most expensive;
Your love is a set of lenses
Zooming in on my pale life.

If you look at me
You would see the flea
Jumping towards the stars
To lay them to your feet.
I am stuck between
The light and the darkness here;
But I'm ready to get back to thee.

I wait for your calling
To send my soul to you;
I wait for the morning
To fill your field of view.
I smile in the darkness
For I'm ignored no more,
For years in my casket
Have turned into the cure.

I crawled in the silence,
Delved deep into my brain;
I found there much violence,
The crooked worms of shame.
I tried to sink much lower
Than the lowest of the fools.
I tried, but now it's over
Now I'm in love with you.