Alone under a dim light Walking the streets of the dark Every night as a stray dog Begging for a new joy Running through the streets of the void Chasing dreams like a dethroned king Chasing feelings that devour my heart... That destroy my soul In a day time I look at the sky His vest becoming dull Pale and dim, the sun! To set my wishes aflame I still exist Condemned in this gray Purgatory Prisoner of high suffering Cold sweat, angst, fears This sanctuary's a sanitarium Another shot Another throb Another throb of life... ...To be dreaming again To see again the light of day... ...a pale shape in the mirror In the vertigo of the empty days In the sand of the dreams In the swamps of the soul