Every day it's getting harder,
to wake up and smile,
and as the day goes on,
the more I sink into my own shit
should I cut the dragon's head off
should I remove the gun from my brain,
What do I feel?
What should I feel?

Sometimes I ask to myself,
if my destiny's to be alone,
walking an empty temple,
where no changes are present,
these red eyes in front of me,
put blind fears into my head.
What do I feel?
What should I feel?
I just want to know
if I'm dead or alive

I have unleashed a monster
that I can not control
he feeds up of my strength
So no one can hear my call
Sad, sad, thoughts
depressive & hopeless
The final mission
guide myself to the hole

Once I was happy and loved,
but not for so long,
since that day it seems I'm condemned
to be miserable living dead
should cut off the head of the dragon
should I break this wall of ice,
What do I feel?
What should I feel?
I just want to know
if I'm dead or alive