The lights turn on again
In the rearview mirror
Your portrait appears again
The night's about to begin
With the razor ready to sharpen
In the land of the full moon
I know that I have my hands tied
And the blade of this ending
It cuts my soul into a thousand pieces
And drop by drop from a thousand pieces
I reach my room alone
Your clothes still hang on the wall
I walk the edge of this abyss at the same time
I'm a pawn in your chess game
I have to start cutting
Your almost immortal trace
With the razor ready to sharpen
In the land of the full moon
I know that I have my hands tied
And the blade of this ending
It cuts my soul into a thousand pieces
And drop by drop from a thousand pieces
And drop by drop from a thousand pieces