I became a stranger that hates
And I don't want to speak anymore
I became a stranger that feels
Everything gets small and old

I must forsake all and walk away
I don't want to lose time anymore
Cos I could fly much higher without weights
Noone really needs me anyway

On my skin the weight of blood
In my eyes the shades of hate
Through my hands the scents of hope
On my life the kiss of death