Letra:
When did I cease to feel alive?
When did it all start?
When did I cease to feel alive?

I’ve lost memory of every single sense. Stagnant, from my deepest foundation.
Existence is no longer what it used to be (what it used to be).

How can I now discern myself what is real and what is not, if nothing makes me feel alive?
I don’t feel alive.
I’ve grown tired of searching for constants in this place, where everything is so ephemeral. Where I am just a guest, composed by flesh thoughts and desires.

I’m just a guest in this world.

Guiding light, walk me through the night.
Guiding light, bring me home.

Nothing matters, nothing feels real… and I don’t feel.
Nothing matters, nothing feels real… and I don’t feel alive.

All I am, and what surrounds me, keeps drowning in a spiral of decadence.
Im gonna fucking collapse.
This flesh, thoughts and desires were meant to vanish before we know that we exist.

I’ve grown tired of searching. For long my eyes have met no sleep.
Yet I achieve to see this emptiness swallowing me.

Guiding light, I’ve lost myself in the dark.
Nothing matters (nothing matters) because I don’t feel. I don’t feel alive.