I know.., clock is ticking back I know   Those pictures in my mind   Were chained upon a chain of blood hypnotic wounded feelings from my mind   Her eyes to see   Idolize my pain inside our veins I check the limits of pain   And the following game   The following game      It's a never-ending sea   Of melancholy      Hope, idolize and give pain, idolize and give haze   Appreciation but always in a haze   Mesmerized, no place to hide, speechless, nothing to say   Covered by ashes, years of loss, by the burning bridge of hope   hypnotic wounded feelings from my mind, conquer me      it's a never-ending sea, of melancholy in me   I share no doubt   Dirty needs for a dirty knife   And the colors inside   The colors inside...      At the tale, from august 98   Questions I have had   Questions, they refuse to die, refuse to disappear   Endless hours, smoky days, smell the stench of mind   Spell was sent one august night   Pictures of our pride   A storm upon an icy heart   stone-cold I have been      Faces cursed under the spell   All those eyes have seen   Naked both under the curse   Eternal mournful beings   Beauty of your open wounds   And mine to fill   Naked both under the curse   Eternal mournful being   Dirty needs of a dirty knife   And the colors deep inside   Feels like a never ending sea   Of melancholy in me   Spell was sent one august night   Once and straight to kill your pride   Awaits to haunt....