There Was a Hole Here, It's Gone Now

Why you offered me to this world, which is not mine
I don't know why I still breathe
I observe the void, infinity

I'm searching for meaning in sterile ideas
Which rot my brain and feed my despair
I write a note on a torn piece of paper
As a will which will benefit nobody

I am a foreigner Among the saints
A madman imprisoned into a pristine white cell
Without doors or windows
Something written on the wall
As an ultimate enigma
"There was a hole here,
It's gone now"

I have nothing to leave, Madness an inheritance? No!
This dear old friend will accompany me far beyond my death
In my dreams, I cut out the tongue of innocents
To keep them from flooding the world
With their utopian ideas

I am a foreigner Among the saints
A madman imprisoned into a pristine white cell
Without doors or windows
Something written on the wall
As an ultimate enigma
"There was a hole here,
It's gone now"

I Want the world to suffer as I suffered
To remove any hope of right-minded people
I want to stab myself in the eye
To travel only in my thoughts
I'm tired of flying behind falling stars
To catch only useless dusts

I dream about a world in flame
Where the deafening sound of cries
Will drown out that of mine
Then the silence

I am a foreigner Among the saints
A madman imprisoned into a pristine white cell
Without doors or windows
Something written on the wall
As an ultimate enigma
"There was a hole here,
It's gone now"

Dreams start to wither away
But the papers will stay

A river of ashes
Flows into my veins
And annihilates any reflection

Where do my thoughts die?
Paper will imprison my memories
I'll put it in the hole
If I can find it...