My painted face, I'm a clown,
and I'm laughing while my dream turns into a nightmare,
fade away, I'm asleep,
not too deep...
The walls of night have left me scarred
the broken glass I stepped on, twice.
the ardent spirits' rusty edge, decapitate me...
I can't sleep, fear darkness
go through the motions, did I fall asleep?
I'm bowling, the old nine pin, a sign unwanted...
Now I'm a target, I'm hot and frozen,
stormy rain I'm stuck in an elevator
wet from the muddy water,
breathing hot air, winds convey me...
the number talks and I cry in my own Hell....
Wide awake, I'm asleep, see a friend as a ghost
wrong - źle
worlds - światów
winds - wiatry
walls - Ściany
violin - skrzypce
unwanted - niepożądany
twice - dwa razy
things - rzeczy
target - cel
talks - Rozmowy
sweep - zamiatać
takes - trwa