Until the pages of this book are filled with emptiness
I´m still suspended by a thread, expecting nothing less
I feel my kindred little ways… I know how my story ends

Like me… it´s not your gift to choose- I know you´re going to lose
Like me… this futile circumstance- you never had a chance
Like me…

I´m here, walking in a city that is red again
I´m here, living with the dead again
Knowing why I´m here again

Like me… it´s not your gift to choose- I know you´re going to lose
Like me… this futile circumstance- you never had a chance
Like me… like me… like me… like me

I CAN´T STAY HERE FOREVER
THE HELL IS, I JUST CAN´T REMEMBER
I SEE MYSELF IN DESPERATION
THE CYANIDE OF REALIZATION
I FALL…
I FALL…

Like me… it´s not your gift to choose- I know you´re going to lose
Like me… this futile circumstance- you never had a chance
Like me…