Every day I ask myself
Why I don't feel anything?
My own consciousness won't tell
What is hidden underneath
My skin.

If I could, I'd fly away,
But my wings were scorched by sin.
My own soul has gone astray.
Now I wait till evil wins,
For years...

There's a stone inside my chest,
Serpent's scales replaced my skin.
Years ago my life was blessed,
Now that grace is growing dim,
Indeed.

I've got no peace, 
No useless dreams,
No love within,
Until evil wins...

Every day is all the same;
The heavy rain from dawn till dusk.
Every day I change my name,
Fading out into my lust...