With you I sleep undistracted, but when daylight dyes your room...   These walls start to bleed; they drip venom in our words   and I spew the unthinkable out:      This should not be, there is no last attempt   It ends now, the clash of two rivals; passion and contempt   Wake me up and leave a rose before you go   Its fragnance will charm you again when it withers beside your stone      In the wake of this madness I feel reborn,   revived by the air I share with no-one   But is this my deliverance or your revenge?      Now each day brings a deafening silence   and when colours fade to one, they attack; yearning and remorse   Tear me down from the trail I walk alone   Without direction, without control      In the wake of this madness I feel reborn,   revived by the air I share with no-one   But is this my deliverance or your revenge?      My lungs burn with your breath and yet my soul suffocates without   It's the paradox of two...      In the wake of this madness I feel reborn,   revived by the air I share with no-one   But is this my deliverance or your revenge?