Dead hands dig me out of this deathbed
Where I have been buried underneath dead trees that grew their roots through me
"Is this the end of me?
This is the end"
It's real
Dead hands pull me back to this deathbed where I should be
I'm tired of being caught
Inside the web weaved of wires
Entwining my blackened heart
Hanging on iron threads
Сolors left my eyes 'cause I failed this life and this life failed me
Even though I'm dead inside there is something that has died inside me
Dead hands pull me back to this deathbed where I should be
This time it has been dug too deep: this is the end of me
This is where I should be
Inside the dead place where I live
It's like the emptiness in my voice
It's like the questions left in my throat
It's like infected blood in my veins
It's like this lifeless dead tree, which I am
I'll be here till the very end
All I've had in my life is thousands of sleepless nights
I've spent in this hateful shell
I know that someday my noose will be tightened too thin
I'm the casket of my dreams
I can't release what lies inside of me
Сolors left my eyes 'cause I failed this life and this life failed me
Even though I'm dead inside there is something that has died inside me
And I awake in the gloom with understanding
That I returned to my doomed and lifeless state
All I've got is emptiness inside of my colorless eyes