Passing
Alone against these messages
Softly
My doubts drown in tide of fears
Lonely
I can’t find the way and go on

Fatefully
I try overcome my will
Sadly
Just wasting my sanity
Finally
I don’t know how can I be strong

I was born feeling alone
In a world I always felt that was wrong
It was me against ancient rules
They carved in stone

If people are good just because
They fear punishment and claim a reward
They are sheep who can’t think by themselves
And obey their fears

I don’t know when these thoughts have begun
And can’t tell what is right from wrong
But my selfless creeds always tell me to
Stay true

I don’t care if my grief wins again (I don’t care)
If my faith is so selfish after all (After all)
Like a shooting star all these old creeds they come and go

As a tyrant I sit on my throne (As a tyrant)
On a throne made by flesh, stones and bones (On a throne)
And I hope I won’t lose myself this way so long

Crashing
Something I always believed in
A fabricated righteousness
Ancient rules set on stone

Feeling
I don’t belong in this tragedy
I’ll free myself from this sorrow
And I’ll spread my wings far away

I don’t know when these thoughts have begun
And can’t tell what is right from wrong
But my selfless creeds always tell me to
Stay true