House of decadence

When night falls, and silence

takes away everything else,

I am alone, in a world of sadness

I hear the desperate prayers

when the angels pass.

Welcome to the gray side

of the confused days

of a solitary one...

Welcome to the dark places,

where what's insane stays alive...

I've been inside dementia.

Watching the hard fall closely, of

what I believed most...

and lived.

The marks of the sufferer on every wall,

remembrances of each crying,

each lament, they never could die...

they're alive.

I was just a victim living

between two worlds.

They're alive... two worlds.

The wish of getting out

of the purgatory, an escape for

my protecting

sleep was broken, by

the poor madman living

behind the doors.

A box of souls in conflict,

all swirling around me,

scary decadence of mind.

Here it's so cold and silent,

the place where love got lost

on the road of interest...

gone...gone. Gone!

Goodbye to the gray side

of the confused days of a solitary one...

Goodbye to the dark places,

where what's insane stays alive...

I've been inside dementia.