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 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 digiing to the bone
all the apinting
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 drawning
with my soul
will you save me ?