Paroles: Oliver Weers. Get Ready. Even Giants Cry.

Can't hold it anymore
Can't hold it inside
Fear of my weakness
Discordered and speechless
Now I will fall
Buried in my thoughts
No way out at all
Attacks gonna bloom
Sense of pending doom
Now I will fall

Aggravation climbs
Wicked demons dine
Mental injuries aligned

Peace of mind
Running blind
Even giants cry
Peace of mind
Left behind
Even giants cry

Crawling down the road
No way to get home
The dead end is reached
The big lord has preached
Now I will fall
Time standing still
Nothing to hold on
No help to be found
My life has just drowned
Now I will fall

Irritation climbs
Evil demons dine
Mental injuries aligned

Peace of mind

(Thanks to Melanie for these lyrics)