I wake up and I feel I was stranded. In a world that hardly represents me. Step by step, I collect all my nightmares. Like a modern Renoir, I'm painting my life away.
I can see them running towards me. All the time they steal my dreams. The ghosts of past and sorrow. All the time they steal my dreams. . When I take a walk outside, whispers will surround my head.
On a hill, on the devil's top. There is a man hiding in the shadows of the night. He's trying to stop the course of time. The line dividing good from wrong.