Im leaving

My life is racing over the rocks
the blood of my wounds hit the ground
leaving only sorow behind
im the pain in the sky

they call him friendly they call him nice
this werry shell of mine
but they dont know whats behind they shawes of my mind
the thoughts in here is like yelling in the sky

of crying paine and bleeding wounds
deep inside the deep ocean of me

i call you from the world behind... couse thats where im going
the long lost world of here i am
spoiling my time on everything else
i call it up here...
to make you cry out one last time
for there i stand in the mittle of the land
to make you my long lost friend

it all calls here in the end at last
but there i stand in front of you
i slows you down i make you hit the ground... and for that i got to pay
so here i am