When you fail to win, the end begins.
What will you find, when you are lost inside the rainbow.
The one which paints the portrait before the entrance to heaven.
The only truth becomes what lies in the colors above the skies.
I lie, the cause to harm noone.
For me to finally die, I have to be tied.
I will be bound together with my unhappiness.
I will never find what was never suppose to be found.
I seek what was lost, my soul pays the cost.
My troubles you can times with one hundred percent.
My problems multiply faster by devision.
So I pass something in this life.
In this place I am worth.
Much more to nothing.