I've crucified my feelings, put them all away
(I've done it and now I cry)
and I don't see any reason here, that makes me stay
(if there were any, they're so far)
everything seems to be yesterday
tomorrow is so high
I'm crumbling in my inner fight
my fight
I've been looking in the mirror, searching for my soul
(I don't know what will I find)
my heart looks like large, gray and empty hall
(I'm walkin' around the walls like blind)
I've lost myself and there's no way
how I can be found
I'm looking for more light
more light
that was guiding me all the way
and now it's gone
I am lost in deep inner night
soul night
You can't beat the real thing. Weirdly Melodic Death thrash from back in the day, when Death Metal wasn't subdivided and splintered into a hundred subgenres and all that mattered was brutality. funkhundd