Låttexter: Elvenking. The Cabal.

I wake up and I feel I was stranded
In a world that hardly represents me
Step by step, I collect all my nightmares
Like a modern Renoir, I'm painting my life away

Don't you think that I'm not gonna worry
Don't you think that I don't feel sorry
Soon I'll find my way and I'll let you know

Sitting down in my room I feel so empty
Staring with lonely eyes at the words
I am laying down with cold blood
I swallow all the absinthe that you gave me that cold winter night

Don't you think that I'm not gonna worry
Don't you think that I don't feel sorry
Soon I'll find my way and I'll let you know

I feel a decadent poet forced to bury his art
Forced to bury his own heart under the mud of a pigsty
A cabal of murdered broken hearts
Longing for my bitter taste

Lost you, I have lost you, brother
The strength you hid inside your eyes
Makes me believe I can still live my life
I learned from the ashes of the tears I dropped for all these years
My love is now living, is living for real

I feel a decadent poet forced to bury his art
Forced to bury his own heart under the mud of a pigsty
A cabal of murdered broken hearts
Longing for my bitter taste