From the depths of my inner, from under my skin From the depths of my inner, from under my skin It tears me apart, it's luring me in Below the mask I am broken within It tears me apart, it's luring me in Every journey has to come to an end Epilogue's written, last words are said With every moment I'm counting my breaths Vision's warped and the clocks run backwards In my dreams I draw sketches of forests Rooftops are leafless, the roots start to wither With the world at the tips of my fingers But unable to create what I see in my head From the depths of my inner, from under my skin It tears me apart, it's luring me in Below the mask I am broken within It tears me apart, it's luring me in From the depths of my inner, from under my skin It tears me apart, it's luring me in Every end marks a spot in the journey When the epilogue stands as prologue Each breath divides the story in chapters Dust on the clock as the hands run off From the depths of my inner, from under my skin Below the mask I am broken within When I'm awake I am lacking a picture Every colour captured as gray Still the world at the tips of my fingers But unable to create what I used to see What I used to see This journey ends, there's no home There's no place I would call home There's no place I would call home