Entrapped in a wicked state of mind br Can’t leave this pain behind br Just when I think I can be happy again br This nightmare resurrects br Haunts my life br And reopens my scars br br Remove the blood stain from my soul br A crippled man is what I am br Dwelling in the absurdity of my thoughts br Lost in a chaos of uncontrolled emotions br br Why did I get darkness instead of life? br Why such pain instead of love br Tears and why’s drowning me br Throughout the years br br Why this melancholy never lets me go br And who can lift the curse br And who can take this burden br If not me br br And do I have a choice br Is there a remedy? br At least some understanding? br Don’t look at me with these dead eyes br Instead try to be a human being br br Don’t make me feel pathetic and sorry for myself br Go and learn something for yourself br Self criticism it’s called br And maybe then you’ll understand br br All I meant was to be alive br But how can I? br Surrounded by rotten souls and warped minds br Using their worn out bodies as disguise br As all they have to give is this br Flesh and cheap body liquid br Costs less than thoughts and emotions br But when they deal with me br They all have a debt that they can’t pay br br I’m burning with fever, I’m mumbling incoherent words br Is there anyone alive out there? br Is there anyone alive? br Is there?br br Spiros Marbr br