It's Me, the Grotesque - Fragments Of Unbecoming

Still I can hear the calling

It makes me afraid, what will be?

My fear has gone several ways

I’m sure I have not failed

I see the world with different eyes

Will I see (the) light of day again?

All this pain now is mine

(this) is the awakening of a second life

I tried to touch what I had seen

When I travelled in my world of dreams

I was never asked to be

The horror begins far beyond belief

When my mind falls asleep

In my dreams there’s darkness so deep

When I thought that’s the end

My life returned with time to spend

The only thought in my mind

Is to leave my sorrows left behind

There’s nothing to see but so much to feel

My soul was laid to rest

It’s me, the grotesque!

My demise waits for me

I got isolated from my inner self

Words can build walls of silence

I’m living with eyes so blind

Still I can hear the calling

It makes me afraid, what will be?

My fear has gone several ways

I’m sure I have not failed

I see the world with different eyes

Will I see (the) light of day again?

All this pain now is mine

(this) is the awakening of a second life

It’s me, the grotesque!