Here we stand, all alone in the dark..
stranded light years from the sun..
where the faces of the crowd is...
There is no place for us there...
Our life's chained in a boundless cycle..
revolving through constant bitterness...
that lies between the truth and idealism..
While we breath with our wounded hearts,
to give life to our dying souls...
What else there is to blame?
The darkness that runs in our blood?
The wounds in our veins that never heals?
I guess the wisest of men can't tell..
Or is that we don`t fit in?
And yet we can never stand out..
Laughter and joy we're seen enough..
Sadness and lust we`ve felt too much,
Happiness never knock on our doors..
Heartache lives in us like a gaping hole..
We try to reach for a hand that understands,
but there's no place for two undying shadows,
bound in a world of incandescent lights...
We were born to face the harsh realities...
To endure the greatest of sorrows...
To feel the purity of nothingness...