The Third, The Magical کے بول

I've been searching some answers concealed in my heart The spirit within I've been hunting those secrets with my deepest bottle But have found none So I need a deeper dive: With the screws on my lips I am falling down Into the king's sea Feel the rope winding in me And feel the touch Of oblivion Now I'm floating There is no way out, diving deeper down In my memories All the losses and all the minor joys With affectation This rope around me tightens again And I wonder who I really am Who I really am? The third day, the magical A way to believe I'm born again The third day, the magical A way to believe I'm born again Waves of unconsciousness lulling me to sleep In my own whirlpool And the fear of sobering up Is lurking around But the rope around me tightens again And I wonder who I really am Who I really am? The third day, the magical A way to believe I'm born again The third day, the magical A way to believe I'm born again