It can't be my shadow,
Although I'm standing alone.
I feel as if...

An imaginary monster has nested deep inside my innerself.
And, I fear, it has became an integral part of my soul.


I walk by your side
I'm losing my mind
I don't know where I come from


On that fatal day
I've chosen my way

Right... Wrong... I don't know

My demons remain

They mess in my brain
And tell me what to do


I'm cutting my veins
I hope it's the end
But someone keeps rescuing me


Anxiety of the day...
Every morning...

Makes me weak and vulnerable,
Susceptible to pain imprisoned in my mind.
The beast feeds on my suffering.


How to live with myself
When all I see is phantasmagoria

Time destroys everything
To live to die - seems to be an endless lie


We are vagabonds
Always on the road
We are vagabonds

Me & my private beast...

We are inseparable now... like twins... like Siamese brothers...

Like a host and his parasite on their fatal journey to oblivion.

And we meet people... many people...

Their soulless bodies are nothing
But parts of the huge machine
Creating the system...