Stigmata — Caliban

I made one step back and reached out my hand... to touch my picture in the mirror I'm sticking in an armour of fear Observing my image from the outside

I can't believe what's left of myself...

I always tried my best and I never justified I tried so hard but in the end it doesn't even matter nobody's out there, no one to hold my hand

I can't believe what's left of myself

my time is up

I feel like I'm gone as long before - my time is up

my time is up I made one step back and reached out my hand to touch my picture in the mirror I'm sticking in an armour of fear observing my image from the outside

I can't believe what's left of myself... I feel like I'm gone as long before - my time is up