One year of bold changes – one year of stagnation
One year of fear and one year of hopes
I sit on the fence – my soul is cloven in two
I'm on the run but nobody is hunting me
I walk the borderline between hope and despair
I feel my sorrow and grief and the warmth of my heart
I walk the borderline and try to hide my true colours
My personality disorder – I will meet my fate
(and laugh in its face)
One year of truth – one year of lies
One year of secrets and one year of idle talk
My name is «Betrayal» but I prove my innocence
My mother is a saint and my father is a pack of lies.
One year of insight – one year of ego trips
One year of tragedies and one year of intrigues
I am the fool who will have the last laugh
And I am the warrior who will be the first to die