Und wie versprochen gibt es natürlich auch eine Version für Christina, oder sollte ich sagen in Gedenken an sie, nennt es wie ihr wollt, für mich wird sie immer einer der Retterinnen bleiben in einer Zeit als viele verlorene Seelen bei ihr das fanden, was sie nirgendwo anders fanden, eine Zuflucht, eine Unterkunft, ein Sanktuarium, dafür werde ich immer dankbar sein.
Every morning turns to yesterday (Emo-Version)
The lights distort the room, I drift through hazy corridors, Faces blur into fleeting shadows, A whisper that lures, an abyss that calls.
The world spins faster until all dissolves, Footsteps echo on waves of darkness. Chaos sings its songs in time, A dance without end that tears me apart.
Every morning turns to yesterday, turns grey, turns black, turns night, Every morning turns to yesterday, turns grey, turns black, turns night. Woohoo hooo, turns black, turns yesterday, turns night, Woohoo hooo.
Morning awakens in ghostly silence, I feel the weight dragging me down. The shadows of the night rest cool on my skin, I search for myself in the emptiness of light.
Cold breath draws waves on windows, A stranger’s bed, scattered thoughts. The streets scream in muted groans, Time drips slowly, drained and lifeless.
Every morning turns to yesterday, turns grey, turns black, turns night, Every morning turns to yesterday, turns grey, turns black, turns night. Woohoo hooo, turns black, turns yesterday, turns night, Woohoo hooo.
Silence cracks my thoughts, I run but never far enough. The echo of the night clings like smoke to my lungs, I lose myself again in the circles of time.
The bridge crumbles, but I keep moving, A narrow edge between forgetting and pain. The scars speak, they tell of yesterday, I see my reflection and only find shadows.
Every morning turns to yesterday, turns grey, turns black, turns night, Every morning turns to yesterday, turns grey, turns black, turns night. Woohoo hooo, turns black, turns yesterday, turns night, Woohoo hooo.
The shadows grow longer, the emptiness heavier, Yet somewhere a spark glows, a wish. The search for comfort in the flames of the night, Will it save me or consume me whole?
One breath, a faint trace of salvation, But the darkness still holds me tight. I dive deep into the morning’s abyss, Yet the past pulls me back into its grasp.
Every morning turns to yesterday, turns grey, turns black, turns night, Every morning turns to yesterday, turns grey, turns black, turns night. Woohoo hooo, turns black, turns yesterday, turns night, Woohoo hooo.
The darkness whispers in tender promises, Like a lover who never forgives. Its cloak envelops me, soft as a shroud, A kiss that ends where all begins. The stars fade in tear-soaked eyes, The blood of roses drips cold into the deep, An eternal embrace in the heart of the night.
The shadows dance like long-forgotten ghosts, They carry me, weightless, into the void. Their song is a lullaby of lost dreams, The night kisses me, and I let myself fall. No morning remains, only the silence of the dark, A sleep that cradles me where time does not exist.
Every morning drowns, turns black, becomes night, Every morning drowns, turns black, becomes night. Woohoo hooo, turns black, remains night, remains night, Woohoo hooo.
Text: ATK
