You have sold your soul to bribe your fate
Faded creature - drooped head
Token greatness - bad fall
Wounded pride - lost fame
Broken star won´t shine anymore
From beau ideal you have to take refuge in the night
Plastic surgery mutilation is catching for sight
You search for eternal youth was doomed to failure
And in the end nothing is as it was before
I never will
- Grow old in this life
- Get used to this idea
- Cope with my destiny