I have found the reason, 
the reason for the pain. 
As long as nothing changes, 
we have to take the blame 

I have found the answer
for what we are looking for,
Why all these things are happen
which we try to ignore.

Secrets; what's the [bad word] behind?
There's nothing we can really explain.
I don't know, if we waste our time
to understand our real emotions.
I believe in strange things like these
to find the hiding place of our stolen memories.

"I want you. I've always wanted you. We all do. They're all here.
Everyone who's died. Everyone who's responsible. It's your turn."

I have found a remedy, a means to heal the disease,
To alleviate our injuries and to uncover all intrigues.
It's an illusion; from there it seems no escape.
The only possibility is to awake from our dreams.