Only background noise Echoes of lives that almost were Murdered in essence These are my hands covered in blood Why? I'm bleeding, I'm bleeding right now Am I? Am I just dreaming, just dreaming or not? I've got a cut inside, a little wound I cannot close A little scratch inside, the more I breathe the more it grows I've got a wound inside, something I've never felt before A little scratch inside, forgotten scars come back and hurt No, I don't know what went wrong I tried so hard, changed myself to make the pieces fit But all that kept me alive is slowly killing me Will it really end like this? I got a cut inside, bleeding our my unfulfilled hopes A little scratch inside a crimson mouth of wasted words There's a man on the edge Torn apart by his fears There's a house made of cards Blown away by the wind There's a man on the edge No more tricks, no Plan B Plastic bag on the head Just to choke all his dreams There's a man on the edge Things are not what they seem But who knows what is true Behind this lucid dream? Wake up right now There's a way out! So facing your dark side sometimes means to plunge to the depths They say the darkest hour is the one just before the dawn