The Third, The Magical

I´ve been searching some answers concealed in my heart
The spirit within
I´ve been hunting those secrets with my deepest bottle
But have found none
So I need a deeper dive.

With the screws on my lips
I am falling down
Into the king´s sea.

Feel the rope winding in me
And feel the touch
Of oblivion
Now I´m floating.

There is no way out, diving deeper down
In my memories
All the losses and all the minor joys
With affectation.

This rope around me tightens again
And I wonder who I really am
Who I really am?

The third day, the magical
A way to believe I´m born again
The third day, the magical
A way to believe I´m born again.

Waves of unconsciousness lulling me to sleep
In my own whirlpool
And the fear of sobering up
Is lurking around.

But the rope around me tightens again
And I wonder who I really am
Who I really am?

The third day, the magical
A way to believe I´m born again
The third day, the magical
A way to believe I´m born again.