There's a place cold and strange Filled with madness, despair and self-made sickness In this worn out chest enclosed, concealed My darkest secrets Everyday I'm dammed to prey And pay for purge (but) nothing's changing Deep inside there's a side that seems right and overwhelming Empty places (eager for ages without relapses) Filled with faces Once they lived in (I remember the faces and some old advices) Now only traces Empty thoughts Full of drops of fake hopes And false commitments What a perfect place to recreate my numb existence Sick society I'm losing you and me And all the kindness A place called heart is too far away from flawless