My memory
Chases me
Everywhere I go.
I can't believe
Your hollow redes;
I can't forgive your fault.

Your distant light,
Blinding bright,
Burns my broken heart.
You've scorched my road,
But you should know:
I'm evil like you are.

So this road I stand on
Will lead me through the haze
To my own hell or heaven;
I'll run from you today.
This straight road I step on,
The dusty, stony path;
Each mile I walk will reckon
The days before my death.

My boots are torn,
Overworn,
Like my consciousness.
I cannot sleep,
I'm in too deep,
I'm lost in my distress.

If you could give
Love for real,
It would be enough
To stop my race,
To wipe my face,
To press the button "off".