black sun is shining
In my dead wild garden
Erecting a castle
I'm killing my feelings

The rain's crying softly
Onto my outstreched hands
Sorrow is in its tears
Going out with my prayer
 [bad word] 
Every day through the years
Burns me from the inside
Wiping out all my love
Killing me step by step

Every night through the years
In my nightmares in pain
Consolation I find
It is killing me though

Wandering through the day
I seem to lack something
Sunrays touching my skin
Burn my body and soul

In my garden of lie
Which has grown just for me
I was thinking that still
All I do is avail
 [bad word] 
Every day through the years
Burns me from the inside
Wiping out all my love
Killing me step by step

Every night through the years
In my nightmares in pain
Consolation I find
It is killing me though

I don't want to be blamed
For any of my deeds
Those who find their own path
Can live all by themselves

I will draw my own path
In each page of my book
Yet it's pallid and black
It's my [bad word] and its gist