Try to solve the riddle twist my tongue in knows The answers disappear as questions form it all just turns to grey I stumble, tremble at this mess I wonder which will be the next Intuition drives me home Without intention I am whole Under a memory I take one final breath Here I leave my secrets tangles up in knots The truth fills up the air I suffocate it just fades to grey I stumble, tremble at this mess I wonder which will be the next Intuition drives me home Without intention I am whole Under a memory I take one final breath Intuition drives me home Without intention I am whole Under a memory Intuition drives me home Without intention I am whole Under a memory I take one final breath Under a memory