A Canorous Quintet

Spellbound by the night

anger turns into rage

forced into rooms of hate

bleeding althought there is no wound

taking pleasure from torture

i see it eating me alive

i feel it burning me from inside

soothing our selfish thoughts

i'm empty in body and soul

no longer alive, dancing still dead

darkside forever alive

disease that can never be cured

leave it all behind, still i am trapped

will i ever be free ?

i wish i could end it now

i wish i could end it all

but there you are

pushing it over the edge

again and again and again

spellbound by my own illusions

to proud to fall down on my knees

i wish i could bleed, to clean all the wounds

leave it all behind and drown in my dreams

for all my sins forgive me

and at last i'll be free

[rep. verse 1]