Текст песни Vicious crusade - Stigmata

No footprints on the snow - it's my own way, my track
It's time for me to go - no look, no turning back
Can't breathe in tidy room, your room you keep me in
Sweet home, sweet tidy tomb, there's no more life within
My wounds - can't see them bleed?
These wounds are caused by you
I swear I'll never be the one you want me to
What have you ever learnt deep in your sweetest shell?
The place, you so much longed, turned to your prison cell
The room with polished floor, where line of life was cut
No turning back, sweet home, your door's now closely shut
Away, far away, far away there is somewhere
Away, far away there's a dream, there is me
I'm real, I can feel, just can feel there is someday
When I, still alive, flying free wish to be