Orient Nights

[Words: Barthold, music: Selin]
 This can't make me better, but at least I'm gonna try
 Makes the bitterness come so much more alive
 One-way ticket to a zone to take me away from this night
 The insect crawled out and died in the light of a sun too bright
 Your worn out face - The liquid anguish is brought
 Your worn out face - I've seen them all before
 Fading slowly, whispering souls
 Wallowing deeper, swallowing souls
 This can't make me better, but at least I'm gonna try
 Makes the Orient night come so much more alive
 Your worn out face - The liquid anguish is brought
 Your worn out face - I've seen them all before
 Sing to me your lullaby so sweet
 Sing to me corrosive sleep
 Fading slowly, whispering souls
 Wallowing deeper, swallowing souls