Walking in the dark.

This is the part
where I'm not stronger
and I'm a stranger.

Now I walk a damned street,
they say it used to be
made of sweets and dreams.

Well, keep flying in that plane
with no direction and no name,
here it comes my desolation.

This is the train of lies,
a spark of wasted time,
hell freezing inside.
Glitter without light in my veins,
I've become a victim of myself,
and I'm still alive...

Walking in the dark.

Trying to find a way,
but getting worse everyday,
it all caused by reflections.

Losing my mind on their mistakes,
not able to think by myself,
I've become addicted to forget.

Sitting in a park,
it's cold and black,
I have a heart on my hands.

This is the train of lies,
a spark of wasted time,
hell freezing inside.
Glitter without light in my veins,
I've become a victim of myself,
and I'm still alive...

Walking in the dark.