Ruined 가사

I don't remember my face, I don't count wrinkles. I have never created idols For worshipping them and hating them. I keep terrible secrets Of those who are gone. When clay knocked their coffins I was standing alone… If I could see the absence of a sense… If I could hear but not listen… If I could know life is so empty… A curtain would drop earlier… It feels like strings vibrating Somewhere inside of me… The source of my life pulsates Deep in inner devouring horror… A torrent of words reflecting my thoughts Falls by downpour unto me… I behold a world of parallels Painted by withering imagination… Now I set free the warm of life Through a door closed so long ago, Now I get used to feel cold, I escape this reality… ruined…