«Phantoms of the Past»

A lot of mistakes I've done before.

No regrets! It's too late. I can’t open this door.

Black or white? No, I choose gray.

Live or die? Or another way?

Streams of thoughts will rage in my head,

Eclipsing dreams. The wounds of my soul make me mad.

Wherever I'd be, melancholy with me.

And I see it doesn't set me free.

Day by day, night by night

I’m afraid I was right.

Streams of thoughts will rage in my head

Until I die, because Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

Streams of thoughts are crashing down so fast.

God is not guilty. These are the tricks of phantoms of the past.