Now more than ever
Getting closer and closer
Like a moth
Who longs for the light in the darkness
Another day, another pain
Another day, death embraces
Inside this damp room
Between memories, just memories
Six days of despair
And on the seventh, the idol fell
Enter the gift of life
And the fragility of existence
Memories are illnesses
And I should have changed
The limits of this world
I should have tried
What's the point?
I live with this pain of a thousand funerals
The blind lead the blind
They told me
The days seem darker
And I hear your steps
When we saw the future happen
Now I'm empty and blue
I cultivated my happiness
And now I'm pale and morbid
Isn't this what you saw?
Dark and dying?
The days seem long
And I hear your breathing
When I saw the inevitable future
This is not what you saw
Six days of suffering
I watch the future
And on the seventh day
They called it death