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