All those whirls of tornados hide inside my soul
I chase my heathen death which is my only goal
Just want to get rid of this filthy dirt
It denied several time and asked me to get clean first.
I transcended myself to identify who is inside me
I just want to disappear where nobody could find he
Open that Pandora box for I need to know
Not a single reason to rise above grave and shine to glow.
I struggle with my illusion and dilemma dancing between my eyes
I try to catch fading pictures in the outskirts of heavenly sky
I didn’t find any treasure inside my ocean which makes me alive
My life is in purgatory and where to go I can’t decide.
I asked god to help me but I can’t find him
Thank god there is no god I uttered in dream
Is there any tranquil paradise of salvation left for me?
Or I am just the outcaste one all ravaged and confined by thee.
I am the expendable doomed with not a single desire
Desperately searching for those Tsunamis which I can hire
In its warm compassionate wave I want to travel far away
Breaking this labyrinth I wish to mix in ash turning grey.
I am all surrounded by miserable dirt with no ray of hope
Is there any sunshine left for me that I haven’t explore
All those daffodils are estranged and savage to me
In this congested thick wood I am the only isolated tree.
I am the only isolated tree…