| I’m afraid of all the night’s and sudden calls |
| Hearin' call I guess there’s only silence |
| All the pills I hide behind the pillow are forbidden |
| All the women here are… Oh they’re only breathless dolls |
| I found those lines that pierce the ground |
| I found those lines that pierce the ground |
| I found those lines that pierce the ground |
| I found those lines that pierce the ground |
| Touchin' body white… it turns to weightless plastic |
| Why it’s all the colors of the rainbow turned to black |
| Spectrum of the skies it looks fantastic |
| And the air I eat are hands around my neck… |
| I found those lines that pierce the ground |
| I found those lines that pierce the ground |
| It is no use in the awaiting of December |
| When it comes it’s only opiates my thoughts inside |
| Torturing myself by those scars I don’t remember |
| Nightmares remind me of the disappearing light |
| I found those lines that pierce the ground |
| Yet one attempt — one more fiasco to increase the score |
| And now I feel embraced of things I’ve got with proud |
| I’ve lost the lightest ideals I looked and searched for |
| I found those lines that pierce the ground |
| I found those lines that pierce the ground |
| Its no use in the awaiting of December |
| When it comes it’s only opiates my thoughts inside |
| Torturing myself by those scars I don’t remember |
| Nightmares remind me of the disappearing light |