Endless wake of nothing
Center of the end
Face to face with myself
Slander the only friend
I can't help it, but to fight
But when it's too late..
The only open gateway
Is an composed state of hate
Hear me, believe in me
For that I will feel
And I will heal again
How could I become this
Man without a face
Another prime example for
Getting lost without a trace
Tell me how to win this fight
When I always fight too late
How to reach a composed state of mind
And accept my fate
Need to fight
It's too late
I'm the man
Without a face
Help me return
I can't sleep
Cause I became
This and I am the one to blame
For all what's wrong
In my life
Without an aim
Waiting for the Spark to inflame
Please help me burn