Fallen into unpredictable sphere A desert of emptiness widens in my head Between these spaces of no return At a place you can͛t describe Where all these things pretend to be - And all I Have sound clean and free There is something in the dark That makes me feel related to the things I Can͛t destroy Inside this captivating darkness You hear the voice you can't face Where all these dreams supposed to be In the moment you can't focus And all that have seemed dark and cold – There is nothing at all that Makes me feel rejected - To the things I Didn't create With blinding eyes above suspicion The taste of dark is in my voice Face the fact of life - Face the fact of dark With blinding eyes above ourselves The voice you can͛t face will take your last breath