"Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light." It's so cold here in the dark I admit, I've banished the sun Here, at the abyss of my existence I don't know what I have become Bleeding heart Sad flickering eyes All hope is torn apart Silent breath Passive and bored Lost in the arms of death Sometimes it feels like an endless dream And I wonder who's the dreamer of my life So many wasted tears An ocean full of shards Sometimes I count the countless pieces The pieces of my broken heart And even if my heart stops beating Or if the world goes down forever My life will end but the void will remain 'Cause every self-portrait needs a frame So many wasted tears An ocean full of shards Sometimes I count the countless pieces The pieces of my broken heart At the abyss of my existence What have I become? Bleeding heart Silent breath Torn apart Arms of death...