Eidos

Only background noise
 Echoes of lives that almost were
 Murdered in essence
 These are my hands covered in blood
 Why?
 I'm bleeding, I'm bleeding right now
 Am I?
 Am I just dreaming, just dreaming or not?
 I've got a cut inside, a little wound I cannot close
 A little scratch inside, the more I breathe the more it grows
 I've got a wound inside, something I've never felt before
 A little scratch inside, forgotten scars come back and hurt
 No, I don't know what went wrong
 I tried so hard, changed myself to make the pieces fit
 But all that kept me alive is slowly killing me
 Will it really end like this?
 I got a cut inside, bleeding our my unfulfilled hopes
 A little scratch inside a crimson mouth of wasted words
 There's a man on the edge
 Torn apart by his fears
 There's a house made of cards
 Blown away by the wind
 There's a man on the edge
 No more tricks, no Plan B
 Plastic bag on the head
 Just to choke all his dreams
 There's a man on the edge
 Things are not what they seem
 But who knows what is true
 Behind this lucid dream?
 Wake up right now
 There's a way out!
 So facing your dark side sometimes means to plunge to the depths
 They say the darkest hour is the one just before the dawn