Turning Tables - Reach the Surface

Pull me out

At which point in this story did I put the final nail in my coffin?

Pull me out

Where did I go wrong?

Tell me, was there another way to choose?

Slowly everything I ever had is slipping out of my shaking hands

Faceless am I fighting day by day searching for the way

Out of this labyrinth of intrigues

Hypocrisy the only aspect that’s left of me

In every minute every second my existence could shatter into a thousand pieces

In every minute every second my existence could shatter

Oh son of mine this is the story of wolf and swine

There is only black and white

Nobody can add color back into my life

Over years I created my own perfect world

Which turned out to be the casket I’ll sleep in

Faceless am I fighting day by day searching for the way

Pull me out

At which point in this story did I put the final nail in my coffin?

And eventhough I know now how it feels to be one of the fallen

I keep on consuming the exhilaration in their eyes

I keep on annihilating

In every minute every second my existence could shatter into a thousand pieces