My feelings, my life, they have all been [bad word] by the weight of time

Better in my slumber than any day, in any place

This life... so hard
Every time I open my eyes I feel the pressure to finish the work on time

But there is no light at the end of the tunnel
There is no hope at the end of the nightmare
There is nothing... nothing...

I loved you, you loved me
You died, and I live on...
Dying first is maybe the only hope?

There is no light at the end of the tunnel
There are just tears on the other side
If tears are hope, then hope is dead...