Still searching for

For a feeling, let me feel some more

I want to go back without a rope around my neck

Innocence written with hands washed in sin

So I crumble inside, make it numb, let the misery begin

Hands washed in sin

So tell me that it changes with time

But this throbbing in my head is still by my side

Hunted by the clouds

In the back of my mind

You barely can see

I‘m not half the man I use to be

Instead to make it

I choose to break it

Still searching for

For a feeling, let me feel some

But this throbbing in my head

Won’t let me go back