Through my veins runs the dust of a wicked day

trials and errors

shout out my name in endless marble halls

all is nothing

when nothing can be sacred

we´re all but mere shadows

of the things we never did

the dust lies heavy on my wicked heart

all these feelings

that wanna tare me apart

I feel unwhole and divided

between wrong and right

unstable and unable to breath

this thick air

-all this in one day

but i feel the sun bathe my skin

the night is not eternal

And as i rise

it all becomes clear