Black Painted Circle

In my veins, thick warm tears
Don’t feel and the pain dies
In my eyes, the blinding dark
Pain makes awake

Grey boxes, inside my head
They choke my conscience’s breath
They’re waiting for its death
And all those questions, will we return?
A door as a loaded gun
Hit the mirror or your arm

Nevermore the same
Nevermore this place
Thoughts float in stillness
Time seems to hesitate
Nothing is real
In the darkest dream

Here and now
Feel, emptiness
Here and now
Feel, emptiness

Do you feel this sore?
Do you pray for some?
Have you ever lived before?
(Paint your circle on your own)
Do you deserve this sore?
Do these tears mean more?
Have you ever lived before?

Nevermore the same
Nevermore this place
Thoughts float in stillness
Time seems to hesitate
Nothing is real
In the darkest dream

In my eyes
In my veins