Fragments

Fragments of the past flash before my eyes
Never ending streams of images colliding
Silhouettes of memories slowly fading away
Illusionary seductions haunt me in my dreams

Fighting for freedom
But the chains I’m in won’t break
It will soon be too late

I am here, I am lost, I am weak and bothered
Is this it?
Will I grow when my soul falters?
I am here, I am lost, I am weak and bothered
(Is this it?) Is this it?
(Will I grow?) Will I grow?
I am weak and bothered

Blinded by the fear of being left alone
I seek the truth within as the shadows are closing (...closing in...)

Calling oblivion ‘cause the state I’m in won’t change
And I’m fighting for freedom
‘Cause the chains I’m in won’t break!

(I am here, I am lost, I am weak and bothered)
(Is this it?)
(Will I grow when my soul falters?)

I am here, I am lost, I am weak and bothered
Is this it?
Will I grow when my soul falters?
I am here, I am lost, I am weak and bothered
(Is this it?) Is this it?
(Will I grow?) Will I grow?
When my soul falters!
(I am here, I am lost, I am weak and bothered)
(Is this it?)
(Will I grow when my soul falters?)

(I am here, I am lost, I am weak and bothered)
(Is this it?)
(Will I grow, when my soul falters?)

(...)