Woorden: Lacuna Coil. 1.19.

Ray of light annoying as a cold breath in the eyes
Water falls down

Lights around are flashing
And in meat a razorblade
Water falls down

Seems to be the day
(I cannot handle this)
Listen to the music in my mind
For a while

Seems to be my hour
My shell has disappeared
Swallow whirls of dust into my mouth

But it's wonderful I know


Hiding all my fear
My nightmare is becoming real
Come on,take a look at me
I'm a loser

Hiding all my crimes and then
Forgetting all my ideas
Take a look at me
I'm a loser

I'm a loser