I am a collector, a second-hand trader
Of memories, of traumas
I am a collector, a second-hand trader
Of memories, of traumas
Of sweet and pure sensation

Past mistakes, into mind
Past mistakes, into mind

'Cause I've been left living
The fears and dreams
Amount in the hollow of my mind
'Cause I've been left lifeless
Asleep, I'm alive and well
In broad daylight

'Cause I've been left living
The fears and dreams
Amount in the hollow of my mind
'Cause I've been left lifeless
Asleep, I'm alive and well
In broad daylight

Recall, the ordeals, the renouncement 
The missings, the forgottens, the treasures
Recall, the outstandings, the reminiscences
Long gone, surfacing, rising from nowhere

Looking, on my, in-fer
Always looking

Imposing, in a violent way

It's time for me to see
There's no ghost from the past
No baby in the attic
Just a foretaste of living
An aftertaste of life sin

It's time for me to see
There's no ghost from the past
No baby in the attic
Just a foretaste of living
An aftertaste of life sin

It's time for me to see
There's no ghost from the past
No baby in the attic
Just a foretaste of living
An aftertaste of life sin

To dust off