I look for my lost soul in a city
A city full of crowd and chaos
I look for the cure for the heart
The heart filled with guilt and pathos.
I cannot breathe the way I used to
Is the air getting heavier somehow?
I am all choked up, out of conscious words
My little world is breaking apart now.
I can feel my tears rolling down my cheeks
My injured heart beating fast in fear,
No more I can skip the the prevailing truth
As I look at myself in that ancient mirror.
A sense of guilt succumbs me therefore
As I let them stab my soul with sweet lies,
I spoon-fed myself with all the betrayal
I let them use my soul in the game of dice.
