Self Chosen

"Nor ear can hear nor tongue can tell the tortures of that inward hell." - Lord Byron (1788-1824)

When all light is fading
When all secrets die in pain
There's no room to innovate
There's no room to contemplate
Just to fear the answer
No questions asked and no offense
Just to fear the answer
And your never-ending fear of life

Your never-ending fear of life
Has changed you
Your never-ending fear of life
Has showed me the better half of me I understand

When all light is fading
When all secrets die in pain
There's no room to innovate
There's no room to contemplate
Just to fear the answer
No questions asked and no offense
Just to fear the answer
And your never-ending fear of life
Never fearing end of life
Your everlasting struggle for eternal piece of mind

Spend all this time believing
That you put on a show
Just to let us know you're fine
With all this deceiving I put on a show
Just to let you know
That there always is a turning back
From the darkest dark and the blackest black

Never ever did I know
That the spirit of man could sink so low
So low

When all light is fading
When all secrets die in pain
There's no room to innovate
There's no room to contemplate
I'm your saviour
I'm a glimpse of light in your dark

Now it finally comes to this
Repeating chaos kept me up all night
Kept me up all night

All the sounds are fading
And my vision is blurring a bit
I can't see it passing by
Never thought the end would be self-chosen
In my mind I wonder
Thinking about mom and dad
Who the hell will find me?
Up from the downfall
My life ends tonight!

I am an act of love
A new beginning (love)
There's no fighting till the end
Every breath I took the hands I shook
It's my testament
I kept my secrets to myself
I kept these secrets to myself