Alone

Shrinkin rays of light
Colours turning to shades of grey
And as oblivion enter its kingdom
Sanity's taking a bow

There's a vortex around me
I'm caught inside
All candles burn so fast
All lights are dying

'Cause I'm alone
Frozen to the bones
From the cradle to the grave
Will I carry my cross all alone?

What Does it worth?
Will someone matter my vanish?
Am I something for someone?
I guess that no...


On né seul, et il semblerait qu'on soit fais pour vivre et mourir de la meme façon...