I can`t remember how I became
The one I am or who to blame
Can`t recall the visions of my past
It all stays the same, I have no rest

Living a life that`s so intense
Does not give my memories a chance
Only when we`re together it feels so safe
Peaceful and silent, quiet as a grave

Only on these tombstones of my past
Is where my inner voices find their rest
Can`t silence them on moments that I want
For final rest I think we have to bond

My thoughts are ascending from the land
They find their rest, no reason to descend
Looking down [bad word] I once left behind
Still left untouched for me yet to find

Going on, approaching open sea
Shimmering of sundown [bad word] towards me
When my body hits the ground
Feel the pain, I`ve returned and look around

The silence I find myself now in
Leads me to [bad word]  my own place of sin
Only on [bad word] of my past
Is where the voices found their rest

I can remember how I became
The one I am, but it stays the same
I can recall the visions of my past - 
In that place... we all find our rest