I searched for many reasons 
 [bad word] and find a way to realize my dream 
These days are like a burden 
But I must fight to reach the ground of my dear scene 

My mouth is full [bad word] 
My thoughts are darkened like the grinning of a hole 
The fear [bad word] my movements 
Is sticking at the ceiling of my wounded soul 

And so I’ve nothing to say 
And so I'm grabbing in clay 
There is no sense in my words 
And this emptiness hurts 

I’ve lost the will to [bad word] 
Against the ghost that caught me in his mighty fist 
I don’t know what to do now 
And all my longings start to fade into the mist 

And so I’ve nothing to say 
And so I'm grabbing in clay 
There is no sense in my words 
And this emptiness hurts