B.S.O.D.

I've been alone, been lazy, bored of everything
Useful to everyone and useless to myself
A life full of emptiness
All that I've chosen, was your imposition
Crying would be just another way
To slip on the wet floor of my consternation

Now I know what is my path
And I'll follow it in the dark again
I find glory or suffering?

Music is my own way
I'm exploring my heart
This time I'm not afraid

Music is my own way
She makes me feel less alone
She dries my eyes, encourages me to fight
When I'm knocked down, when it seems to die
She tenderly rises me. I'll never stand alone

My life, a blue screen of death
My passion greedily devours my brain
But this time I've no regrets

Now I crawl on the memories
Over the time that has been dissipated
I hope that the finish line
Never comes as well as my vivid madness

Music is my own way
She makes me feel less alone
She dries my eyes, encourages me to fight
When I'm knocked down, when it seems to die
She tenderly rises me. I'll never stand alone

Please, please don't ask me again
(Try to understand, try to understand me)
What I feel when I fly so near to the ground
Believe me, I do not have anything else
Except for flying again

Music is my own way
She makes me feel less alone
She dries my eyes, encourages me to fight
When I'm knocked down, when it seems to die
She tenderly rises me. I'll never stand alone

Music is my own way
She dries my eyes, encourages me to fight
When I'm knocked down, when it seems to die
She tenderly rises me. I'll never stand alone