My goal is to loose conscience The challenge is to wreck my soul I've ran out of alibis I've ran out of control The silvery moon invites me To the funeral of my dreams My last hope deep buried It's time to justify my means CHORUS: Sick and tired I come to rest Over (the) fire, my other self staring All around me, you all try to emprison me No force can bring me to this world Phantoms, come to the fire Let us celebrate the night Gentle lions, come to the rain Let us have one last feast Dear serpents, come to me Smell the hot blood on my veins It will all be yours, take me To the loss of everything CHORUS Every me in this fire Is helping me to get where I want At stake, my deared sanity Carved within my every soul