Found myself in need of time Nihilism shall meet his brother denial Bound to the limits of a weak mind Fearing an end I once longed for The sky is a structure in ruins. Crumbling in the presence of craving Why should we be so scared? We are trapped by the webs of human life The black cloak of the final healer: a ghost in the corner of my eye Her voice still echoing at my side: "You too shall pass this by". Forsake me Time is running out and these streets are emptier and emptier The soul grows weary inside, so weary of this pointless ride And how can I look at my life without being ashamed and dried We all shall cross this bridge with our eyes closed... And our hands tied Forsake me