I've been searching some answers concealed in my heart
The spirit within
I've been hunting those secrets with my deepest bottle
But have found none

So I need a deeper dive...

With the screws on my lips
I am falling down into the king's sea

Feel the rope winding in me
And feel the touch of oblivion
Now I'm floating

There is no way out, diving deeper down
In my memories
All the losses and all the minor joy
With affectation

This rope around the tightens again
And I wonder who I really am
Who I really am

The third day, the magical
A way to believe I'm born again
The third day, the magical
A way to believe I'm born again

Waves of unconsciousness lulling me to sleep
In my own whirlpool
And the fear of sobering up is lurking around

But the rope around me tightens again
And I wonder who I really am
Who I really am?