Emotional Coma

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