Emotional Coma

[Axelsson / Chriss / Johansson]

From above; it's falling down

Chilling me, a punisher of lies

In my head a photograph

I see clear now; I don't need them

And still the rocks will roll

But why don't I?

Another hopeless goal

Take it back

Offered me a pot of gold

-Here you are; your entrance from the cold

Paradise can turn to Hell

Stop to preach; 'cause I don't know you

But still the rocks will roll

So how could I?

Another heartless soul

Take it back

Now the deal once made is gone

Waking up the dead of my life

And still the rocks will roll

But why don't I?

Another hopeless goal

But still the rocks will roll

So how could I?

Another heartless soul

Take it back