Diabolical

s, the will is inside
You cut me up and left me open wide

From the burning core comes the guidance of sin
Use it when all is lost, when nothing is left to win
Sick of guilt - anxiety deep within, your own life - is your biggest sin

3. Deserts

There's a desert within me, growing bigger every day
I keep drifting further away, from what used to be my life
Every night I try to, tell myself that it's no use
But something makes me keep hunting, hunting myself

A hopeless dream of joy, it's something I can't control

The silhouette is too unreal, and the distance is way too great
The calm oasis - the valley of joy, a place I know I'll never reach
So every night I try to, replace my agony with strength
But something makes me keep stabbing, stabbing myself

(I know I have been here before, but I never thought I would return
To these deserts of desolation, someone, please take me away from here)

4. The Dreaming Dead

The dreaming dead is staring at you, through your passive sins
Waiting for you to join them again, the desolated ones

The dreaming dead is offering you, everything they have
A fulfilled vision of distress - a world of emptiness

Chasing, running, hiding - that's the life of a dreaming dead

Falling through the passage of time, without no sign (of) regret
there are no one to carry you now, above the abyss (of) dreams

breathing, waiting, dying - that's the life of a dreaming dead