These ghosts I keep inside
shards of glass in my veins
release me from myself, release
from my duality

I face these as a soldier would
but useless is my war
the innocence that smiles today
tomorrow will be lying

Who is (it) that really dies when all the people look at me?
And I´m twisting my fingers in my hair
while a mirror reflects me

Now I´m digging to the bone
all the painting
scratching at flesh, drives me mad
to be alive

Now I´m digging to the bone
all the painting
scratching at flesh, drives me mad
to be alive and free

And the ghosts I keep inside myself
how do they see me?
while again I´m drowning
with my soul
will you save me?