Silently we kill ourselves with apathybounding for thedestiny that already was madebefore we could thinkand choose the way we want to takeall that is left is another day to facesearching for a dream to pursueanything that could give answersin these times of doubtshe came tomake me feel less lost and illbut as soon the daylight diedI could not find the cure in her willthe chromatic day becamea distant starand today your voice is just astain in my brainshe came tomake me feel less lost and illbut as soon the daylight diedI could not find the cure in her will