Throne... And I see all good things going into a wrong direction, Memories seeking their own destination Infected by hollowed dreams And vague shapes It seems like the night swallows every clear notion Followed by nightmares and blurry schemes memories appear, leading to... Followed by nightmares and blurry schemes memories appear, leading to unknown desperation Don't like to think about the old times The path I went, till this point Till this point Broke I was left... Broke I was left Nameless and shamed Despised by family And entourage Despised by family And entourage Broke I was left Nameless and shamed Despised by family And entourage Just some of my friends That are backing me up And arouse from sleep With awoken memories Just some of my friends That are backing me up And arouse from sleep With awoken memories Followed by nightmares and blurry schemes memories appear, leading to... Followed by nightmares and blurry schemes memories appear, leading to unknown desperation And I see all good things going into a wrong direction, Memories seeking their own destination It's time to see my own face in any mirror It took a long time for me to recognise... To recognise that I have grown to a point of apathy