And when I'm hanging by a string, Every little thing Is understood Stronger than steel and wood. Seen me through the bad and good. Between Martin and me. He was born in the woods Torn from his home. Well, he was naked,

Symbolical and mystical Between life and death we're torn A constant struggle Like an apocrypha Nobody can be certain A thousand days, spent in hell The ultimate sacrifice Your voyage starts With a question mark

I'm torn between Fulfilling my wildest dreams To satisfy the beast inside of me And I grounded love That raises me high above The grabbing hands of cowards And of thieves Ten more days to find my way Ten more days 'till I'm awake