I painted with rain the sight of the daybreak,
As being in need of a momentary remake
The life I am leading is the way of depravity,
A threat th my already poisoned sanity
Grey dawn, everlasting
Hope is utopia for all that I know,
When counting the seconds time moves so slow
I can"t feel any will to be part of this fight
A cure is however to put thrust in the night
I learn from this life to hide from humanity,
And night has told me how to kill my anxiety
The ghost of my smile dances in the pale,
And I know all my efforts most likely will fail
| 1 | The Custodian Of Science |
| 2 | Floating |
| 3 | Ephemeral |
| 4 | Scorned |
| 5 | Lost in Rapture |
| 6 | A Question Ignite |
| 7 | Infinite Submission |
| 8 | Caught In Silence |
| 9 | In Hopeless Pursuit |
| 10 | Deplorable Request |