Everything around you
And all the things around you
Maybe you?ve noticed

The why of your existence
All doors are closed
And dirty hands of blood

But still a light
But can it blind you?
Behind the curtains

Something waiting for you
And there?s always a surprise
And the blood on hands

Are you happy?
Or just pretend to be?
The theater of life
Tormenting me

I don?t know where
To leave my heart
It stays right here

Without this pain
All doors are closed
And dirty hands of blood

But still a light
But can it blind you?
Behind the curtains

Something waiting for you
And there is always surprise
And the blood on hands