Alone


Where do I stand now?
Fire burning in my veins.
My clothes are torn down, I can’t remember,
Covered in crimson,
I’ve never been in this place before,
my senses have opened
At night sleepless, and yet not awake…

There’s no tomorrow,
It’s something that I have to gain.
Will I be myself again?
A price to pay, alone I stand…
There’s no tomorrow…

There’s no tomorrow,
It’s something that I have to face;
to not let myself be caged,
I’ll fight my way, alone I stand…

I try to remember,
recalling only nightmares of fury;
to hunt and be hunted,
I can’t believe this would happen to me.

There’s no tomorrow
a curse or a gift, who can say?
This may take me to the grave;
a price to pay, alone I stand…

There’s no tomorrow
It’s something that I have to face;
will I be myself again?
A price to pay, alone I stand…