Ja sam vreme koje udisem misli koje reci ne mogu da izgovore I nista me vise ne inspirise sem nade da cu jednom da progovorim Ja sam vreme koje izdisem telo koje zbog bola prezirem I nista me vise ne inspirise sem nade da se i bez njega jednom moze ziveti Ja sam zvuk koji prepoznajem covek zeljom natopljen les kozom oblozen buducnost koju naslucujem kao neku senku koja promice I nista, i nista me vise ne inspirise sem lepote sto se u nadi nazire Ja sam prepolovljen nesto sam morao da ubijem samog sebe ugusen pr'sljen, polomljen da se bar kroz jedna vrata provucem I nista me vise ne inspirise nista me vise ne podize sem nade da cu jos jednom da je, da je pronadjem Sva lepota se u nadi sakrila
I'm the time i breath in, Thoughts that words can't vocalize And nothing inspires me anymore, except the hope that once I will speak out I am the time I breath out The body that I hate due to the pain it causes And nothing inspires me anymore, Except the hope that even without it We could once live I am the sound I recognize A man soaked with desire A corpse lined with skin The future that I feel coming Like a shadow that passes through And nothing inspires me anymore, Except the beauty in the hope I can feel I am halved I had to kill something Myself, suffocated A vertebrae, broken So I can shimmy through one door at least. And nothing inspires me anymore, Nothing raises me up anymore Except the hope that I will, Just once more, find her.
