1000 years of solitude
1000 years of pain
hardened my heart
fed my poor soul with misery
I cant even tell
am I dead, am I alive?

Dont hesitate, penetrate me with your sting
I dont know how to cry
I wont even bleed
Dont even worry if I might die
At least then Ill know that I was alive

1000 years of isolation
the closer to you, the lonelier I get
I could vanish in your presence
You wouldnt even notice
Maybe I already did, how should I know ?