[Words: Barthold, music: Selin]

This can't make me better, but at least I'm gonna try

Makes the bitterness come so much more alive
One-way ticket to a zone to take me away from this night
The insect crawled out and died in the light of a sun too bright


Your worn out face - The liquid anguish is brought
Your worn out face - I've seen them all before


Fading slowly, whispering souls
Wallowing deeper, swallowing souls


This can't make me better, but at least I'm gonna try
Makes the Orient night come so much more alive


Your worn out face - The liquid anguish is brought
Your worn out face - I've seen them all before


Sing to me your lullaby so sweet
Sing to me corrosive sleep


Fading slowly, whispering souls
Wallowing deeper, swallowing souls