Paroles de Retrospection

On threshold of madness in self denial state Within a holocause, with unlimited rage A major plan about everything as one A sad amendment for something long gone On throne of sickness in self deluded state The walls are built for the one wasted away A major need to apply another sore A cruel fortune, an explanation to adore Oh, euphoria How I long for you How I crave for you Tainted, all the moments are wasted Just to really be certain To re-arrange everything Just to be real I'll gather tonight my thoughts upon another sore Sometimes it hurts so real it's unreal Hey, I'll gather my thoughts upon another sore Hey, a recreation to another level of man Hey, a recreated man