1000 Years (Live At Organic Doom, Vol. I)

1000 years of solitude

1000 years of pain

hardened my heart

fed my poor soul with misery

I can't even tell

am I dead, am I alive?

Don't hesitate, penetrate me with your sting

I don't know how to cry

I won't even bleed

Don't even worry if I might die

At least then I'll know that I was alive

1000 years of isolation

the closer to you, the lonelier I get

I could vanish in your presence

You wouldn't even notice

Maybe I already did, how should I know ?