My demons, I see,
Though they are quiet
But are never silenced
They still want to riot.
Some of the demons leave me,
So, it's quiet in my head
Some of them travel with me
Yet, they roam inside me, dead.
I'm sure they'll always be around,
In my darknesses, I want to sleep
They want to pull me, tied-up into
My abyss, deep in the steep.
Release me demonic spirits, I quake,
And lead me only to an endless solitude
So I can rest from the exhaustion
Your evils cause, then wants to take.
Fleeing, setting me free from your distractions,
You're this chaos, that's causing me to dread my life
With the unsettledness lurking, stirring around inside
I find myself dead, having no more strife.
When hearts are broken,
They travel to the land of sadness
By ships of sorrow,
They sail through oceans of tears.
Captained by solitude,
They go through raging storm of unsettledness
Broken hearts go deep,
Into trenches of pain.
Intoxicated by grief,
They tremble in fear
Fading reason,
Catapults them into the field of mayhem.
They suffer pinches from thorns of loneliness
And are made to settle on the throne of solitude
Ask me where broken hearts go,
And I'll tell you
They go nowhere,
But deep down the drain.
STRANJA