On threshold of madness in self denial state
Within a holocause, with unlimited rage
major plan about everything as one
sad amendment for something long gone

On throne of sickness in self deluded state
The walls are built for the one wasted away
major need to apply another sore
[bad word] fortune, an explanation to adore

Oh, euphoria
How I long for you
How I crave for you

Tainted, all the moments are wasted
Just to really be certain
To re-arrange everything
Just to be real

I'll gather tonight my thoughts upon another sore
Sometimes it hurts so real it's unreal

Hey, I'll gather my thoughts upon another sore
Hey, a recreation to another level of man
Hey, a recreated man.