An abstract thought, the poison in my glass and a closed door
Remnants of a soul ideally torn
Scattered in the fury of the wind, now gone.
What do you see? What fear lurks in your eyes and leaves you speechless?
What uncertainty has deprived you of your strength and
What nightmares are you hiding swept under the rug?
Sometimes I wonder if you're capable to choose a path to follow.
Now that you don't have the will, or perhaps you've got too much of it.
Is there something that leads you? Will your conscience forgive your senses and
Free you at last
Tell me, boy, are you driven
By a power inside arisen
To fill the void inside your chest
Are you there, boy, are you there?
There's a man that dwells your secrets,
A pathetic, lying reject.
He has a shipwreck of a heart and says;
Are you dead, boy, are you dead yet?
Death in your reason, you'll bring nothing but destruction and treason.
In a pile of rotten word dressed in ash, what did you expect to become?
But there is something that leads you.
A burning vision is baptized in your dread like a bloody beacon that shines in red.
- Tell me, boy, are you driven
By a power inside arisen
To fill the void inside your chest
Are you there, boy, are you there?
I'm the man that haunts your secrets, amplifier of your regrets.
I have a shipwreck of a heart and say, are you dead boy are you dead?
A broken shipwreck of a man. What did you expect you'd become now?