I found it in the gutter, the place so most unlike.
The voices that still haunt me, the riddles I’m still facing,
The choices I regret still, relief was what I sought.
I found it in a web of dust, of sparks, of ghosts.
Abandoned by all spiders, forgotten by my hope,
I found it in the gutter, the problem still unsolved.
The knot was still untouched, was tied around my soul.
I found it in the light of day and lighter my heart feels as well
Beneath each silent step, between each breath I take.

For I am more than the picture you have painted.
That shape miscreated, the image you craved.
The songs that I write, their destination have forsaken.
It might be destiny – or cold determination.

I heal from what’s ever cursed, what’s ever been ashamed.
Quit bleeding but still feels too late like crumbling flowers dried and dead
And never ever shall they bloom again.
So still I walk through wasted lands, still dwell on shrinking shores.
But who could restore that gift taken away from me
That distant train rolling away, yet passing the horizon.

How can I trust your lying eyes now in the moment of surrender?
How comes your love has passed me by?
Say, is there a cure for me and my suffering desire?
How comes your love has passed me by?
How comes your love has passed me by?

How comes that you wonder why?
But that’s bloody alright.
Cause I knew all the time they were not wrong nor in vain,
My still glowing, silent cries ain’t just dead – like a fading fire
First needs to die from the ashes
To Become Alive.

But the price, the price was high.
Take on your old life and bathe it in flames.
The one and only one you had.
The one they ashamed.

Take it and take it and bathe it in flames and bathe it in wrath.
Till it suffocates their accusations, swallows your regrets.

For I am more than the picture you have painted
That shape miscreated, that mirage that you craved.
The songs that I write, their destination have forsaken.
It might be destiny or cold determination.
Come slay me, I’m enslaved, go ahead, my creator.
I’ll paint it with my blood, that lying shape you gave me.

And you wonder why but that’s bloody alright.
Cause I knew all the time they were not wrong nor in vain,
My still glowing, silent cries ain’t just dead, like a fading fire
First needs to die from the ashes
To Become Alive.

How can I trust you lying eyes now in the moment of surrender?
How comes your love has passed me by?
Say, is there a cure for me and my suffering desire?
Come answer me. How comes your love has passed me by?
How can I look into the mirror and see what lies behind them?
Those cold deep staring eyes deny that truth I still require.

And you wonder why but that’s bloody alright
Cause I knew all the time they were not in vain.
My still glowing, silent cries ain’t just dead like a fading fire first needs to
Die from the ashes to become alive.
First needs to die from the ashes to become alive.
First needs to die from the ashes to become alive.
First needs to die from the ashes
To Become Alive.