Looking in me, trying to find new ways to be,
And I am searching and running forever
Until my last deed.

And then I will feel , there’s nothing else that I need,
In all this life that decamps without peace
Until my decease.

Fading away we’ll be lost in the emptiness,
Nailed to an infinite void, to a silence of words
That we’ve never know,
Till the end of this show.

Crying through this evergrey season of madness,
Falling into infinity deep in the darkness,
We’re just playing a part and we hate it,
We’re just… old masks

What we do and what we say
Covered, lost, betrayed.
Desert dust will still remain
Hope lays choked again.

Can you foretell any future for your soul
While you’re not sure there will be
A new stage to tread, a new mask to wear, a role in this show?

Chained and than nailed to this life, the hope in a new one in a paradise,
That could be a lie, the rope that can save, our hopes now so weak… and dead.

What we see and what we feel
Will be dust again.
Desert dust will still remain
Scattered dreams and prayers.

Unexpected seasons, the veil of my oblivion,
Sands of time still running though my blood.
The stregth of all this visions, my senses and my reason,
Whispering the way for my return.

Far from this world now our hearts can be free
Here they’re stabbed by reality.
Lost in ourselves, in a new way to be
The eternal illusion to live.

What we do and what we say
Covered, lost, betrayed.
Desert dust will still remain
Hope lays choked again.