Besedila: Project Pitchfork. An End.

A wall of wound
Is all around
Another sphere
Is very near

All what I see
In front of me
Is in my head
Already dead
I comprehend
This is an end

Just come to me and you will see
What always was and what will be

All of my pain
Falls down like rain
All I yearned for
Is off the shore
And what I spoke
Turns into smoke

What could you say, what did you say
What could you do, what did you do
What could you feel, what did you feel
What could you give, what did you take

I'm loosing me
For ever free
Now I can see
Now I can see