On threshold of madness in self denial state

Within a holocause, with unlimited rage

A major plan about everything as one

A sad amendment for something long gone

On throne of sickness in self deluded state

The walls are built for the one wasted away

A major need to apply another sore

A cruel fortune, an explanation to adore

Oh, euphoria

How I long for you

How I crave for you

Tainted, all the moments are wasted

Just to really be certain

To re-arrange everything

Just to be real

I'll gather tonight my thoughts upon another sore

Sometimes it hurts so real it's unreal

Hey, I'll gather my thoughts upon another sore

Hey, a recreation to another level of man

Hey, a recreated man