This city is a no man's land and I'm in the middle,
still stuck somewhere between last night and disturbing dreams.
Lost in locked up rooms, these walls feel like a casket,
from one moment to the other the dreams [bad word] my life.

Silent tappings keep creeping up from downstairs,
we're forever lost in Dystopia, but who cares?
All these charging words I could never say to you,
are gone with the years now, but somehow I miss you.

Break down the walls, they'll cath you in the rye,
one step further, the [bad word] closer to the edge.
Burn the bridges down, all the streets led us the wrong way,
following down the road to perdition, what a lonely place.

With shattered beleifs and hearts in hands,
we're searching for reasons, ways beyond [bad word] 
With arms recently raised and gathering wounds,
now we demand our tribute for all these broken dreams.

The silence of winter is a deafening noise to my ears,
these nights drag unendingly and shadows grow longer.
I cant' understand this agony, what is it for?
When will I at last find my autumn asylum?