[Words: Barthold, music: Selin]

This can't make me better, but at least I'm gonna try 
Makes the bitterness come so much more alive 
One-way ticket to a zone to take me away from this night 
The insect crawled out and died in the light of a sun too bright 

Your worn out face - The liquid anguish is brought 
Your worn out face - I've seen them all before 

Fading slowly, whispering souls
Wallowing deeper, swallowing souls 

This can't make me better, but at least I'm gonna try 
Makes the Orient night come so much more alive 

Your worn out face - The liquid anguish is brought 
Your worn out face - I've seen them all before 

Sing to me your lullaby so sweet 
Sing to me corrosive sleep 

Fading slowly, whispering souls 
Wallowing deeper, swallowing souls