Deep inside the black and winding mazes I'm running from my ghouls, My own thoughts are replaced by the hidden faces deep from my soul. Longing to see time rolling by to case the thoughts of regret My bad conscience tears me apart,
to lay the final stone upon the grave
to put the lid of oblivion
As I look into the mirror Two lying hollow eyes is staring back with the look of shame and disgrace My past is darkening my futureas my present dies Every morning is a step towardsy the edge of my soul's demise
Yesterday's demonsis like a plague to my mind hat I left behindletting my conscience