What else do I own on that side of the night?
Nothing else but a million lies
filling up the blacking skies.
Depression seems possible to rain
from whose clouds possesses the pain
over and over, over and over again.
What aspect do I trust these skies?
For its loneliness rolls like dies
non-stopping my decision hides.
Let the dream rains its rain, and
let the pain possesses its pain
over and over, non-stopping I am.
Nothing else but a million lies
filling up the blacking skies.
Depression seems possible to rain
from whose clouds possesses the pain
over and over, over and over again.
What aspect do I trust these skies?
For its loneliness rolls like dies
non-stopping my decision hides.
Let the dream rains its rain, and
let the pain possesses its pain
over and over, non-stopping I am.