Original lyrics

EN

For so long For so long Empty chairs and (where's) the enemy We picture the picture differently Vacant eyes stare endlessly Got no blood on my hands But a minute to spare For too long For too long Different knives in the very same wound Sum of thoughts of how it should be Accompanied by someone to leave A lot of blood on my hands And a minute's despair Greetings from the darkness No pity shown We wade in pools of blood that we call our home Pleased to meet me I'm leaving Death comes ripping No pity shown It's all so disgusting but I know my home Pleased to meet me It's deceiving And it feels so real And it feels surreal And it feels so real And it feels surreal And it feels so real And it feels surreal And it feels so real