How many helping hands
I've lost the count
How many indecipherable voices
Oh, I can hear them now

In search of answers
For questions that shouldn't be
I should have accepted less
Lightening the load on me

In this journey of no return
That I have imposed on myself
Journey through the depths of my being
Wandering through endless mazes

A tragedy by nature
And that was not on my plan
Living behind the shadow
Of what was once a great man

Weakness and loneliness
Are hugging me so tightly
Death before beginning to live
Sigh of freedom, yeah

In this journey of no return
That I have imposed on myself
Journey through the depths of my being
Wandering and wandering
Through the endless me

And so, I wash my hands
And this is the day
And so, I wash my hands of it
And I won't be afraid

I won't be afraid
I won't be afraid