In a Manica - Sirenia

How can you stand there

like a weakening fire

awaiting the final end?

If you consider

still hanging in there

You will wither

in each and in every way

How can you stand it?

Say can you mend it?

Don"t you pretend that

the world is a better place?

If you"re in denial

life is worth while

You can rely on there"s comfort in exit ways

In a manica the reaper comes around

And the winds they sweep my manic funereal ground

Some deranged and some devour

to haunt me down in my darkest hour

Yet another mind of the Devil"s design

When we gather our frail souls beyond our persistence

When we cope for our lives with fantasy

When we cover our eyes and mourn our loss of existence

When we falter, deprived and out of dreams

Do you see there are times?

to read in the lines?

And trust me you will find

the things that you know

will hurt you so You can"t deny that anymore,

you can deny that no more!