Woorden: Tad Morose. Absent Illusion.

Climbing on the stairs of life Through different phases I've been
Recollections from the silent years To learn the facts of life and fool the
perils of mind Then the voice of madness would lead me down

Loosing my will Loosing my hope Thoughts of confusion Loosing my will
Loosing my hope Absent illusion
So the evil came at last Forever autumn dark and cold A screaming silence
haunts me Frightened by reality and the way humanity became Memories will

render you astray