Of existence

Words unspoken in the air, shot down to wake this sleeping fear
The bullet spells my name again, inside my head I join the game
A silence never made of gold twisting the knife in open wound
A hell to ease to set me free, or to turn me one last time to stone

Just another hole inside this world I made so vain
And the crown of thorns the only shelter from the rain

The clouds that form the endless line will lead me to another time
Where streets are all wearing the darkest of skies

Of existence told so many tales, from higher falls the one who dares
No use to part the sea and then drown in my own tears of agony
This life impossible to win, or did the battle just begin?
No limitations for what it takes, never giving nothing in return

Just another hole inside this world I made so vain
And the crown of thorns the only shelter from the rain