Crematory

I hear your voice from beyond
It cuts deep from my skin
My life without aim - my life without sense
My life without aim - my life without sense
The thoughts - the memories flow away with time
Last moments - last visions distort the true meaning
You live in fear - live on illusions
The question on guilt lies in your hands
Last chances taken
The wheels of time turn back
Great times - good things join with the fate of your torture