From the end of the earth
I can hear the cries
Cries of the lives that end
The voices of the dead pasts
screaming
wailing
heading a warning
Letting me know my path is wrong
My path is set in stone
I try to change my lifes course
but I repeat the past hold in my pain
a silent circle from which inside I die
Die lonely within myself
with everyone around
Die in my own mental circle