One Endless Childish Day (Dark Suns)

My last walk along the roadway And the pavements grey Knowing I've been here times before I feel it in my deepest core Now I know there's something wrong with me But how should I try to flee The fragile man, the broken They all are me An interplay of time I dare not ask for bliss I dare not beg a smile I'd rather die for having this And I might grow proud the while These are my last words A piece of broken glass I am still bleeding Unchain myself at last How senseless are my wishes, yet how great! All my life shall be drowned Drowned in one endless childish day Can't you see there's no answer anymore So let me decay I dare not ask for bliss I dare not beg a smile I'd rather die for having this And I might grow proud the while These are my last words A piece of broken glass I am still bleeding Unchain my heart at last How senseless are my wishes, yet how great! All my life shall be drowned Drowned in one endless childish day Can't you see there's no answer anymore So let me decay I know there's something wrong with me But how should I try to flee The fragile clown, the children They all are me An interplay of light Through my glass window shines the evening sun I don't leave in remorse - the good not done, My love not given, time torn off unused The courage was mine You know for all your faults I'm passing out To merge serenity on higher clouds I hear the noise of waters far below Please let me go My days run and I'm drifting away Rest far away from me on my last day This kind of feelings I know A new beginning? I walk on, as if out of my own old life, As if escaping again into a younger me, The same me? I'm unsure. Seasons change with my confidence... And there are ways on all sides, But how shall I turn? Will I be fallen for the same? I'm so unsure. And if I were to turn down to the past, Would I see her? And if I were to turn down to the past, Would she know me? And if I were to turn quickly enough, Would I save her? And if I were to turn quickly enough, Would I exist again? This time I know what I am going to be A traveller, lost in a recurring spiral Of my own existence (nothing more terrible, nothing more true) My days run and My mind blanks at the glare My pulse as strong as wind That curls the flood Strange how the rain falls Falls on my hands, my face, my neck I see myself in mud, A naked child All appears new, Strange at the first but also free Point zero has already been Passed before to be I hear lake water Lapping with low sounds by the shore All night I hear them flowing So I must go