Anxiety Lyrics - Melancholy - Cemetery Of Scream

Where is my real imaginary world? Empty spaces of the sunset 

spaces of the lost hopes of the deprived of feelings faces 

The laughing devil is disappearin' in the clouds of smoke spiderweb 

life is running 'way against the sad light of the day the left shreds in my hands 

Blood in the empty, forgotten tins cut off heads, strange creations of the nature 

the bulbs, black lights from under the vault acrid teste of blood in mouth 

I found oneself death in the room tangled hands like shoots of vine 

the grimace of scream has twisted my face anxiety in the death and cold eyes 

The tyrant of life triumphed