Retrospection

On threshold of madness in self denial state
 Within a holocause, with unlimited rage
 A major plan about everything as one
 A sad amendment for something long gone

 On throne of sickness in self deluded state
 The walls are built for the one wasted away
 A major need to apply another sore
 A cruel fortune, an explanation to adore

 Oh, euphoria
 How I long for you
 How I crave for you

 Tainted, all the moments are wasted
 Just to really be certain
 To re-arrange everything
 Just to be real

 I'll gather tonight my thoughts upon another sore
 Sometimes it hurts so real it's unreal

 Hey, I'll gather my thoughts upon another sore
 Hey, a recreation to another level of man
 Hey, a recreated man