Dôfwaan - II - Happy Graves

My mind is weak, my eyes are sore Inspiration is no more Clouded, hesitant in the night Door to the past leaking dim light Sailing the unknown sea With a broken compass in me Staring till the view is smeared Before the feeling gets weird But Something's missing... The king is dying Paralyzed and crying Crushed by his past Mirage in sight, at last Something's missing The past is kissing Wishing For the king to fade away Plastic shine, broken noises Weird and musty is my mind I see visions, hear the voices But I'm too far to look behind The king is dying Paralyzed and crying Crushed by his past Mirage in sight, at last What's left? Happy graves What's left? Happy graves Plastic shine, broken noises Weird and musty is my mind I see visions, hear the voices But I'm too far to look behind Something's missing Happy graves For the king to fade away