Space of variations - Razorblade

Tell me something, am I a false prophet?
In the dark space they will find remains
Bizarre shapes of my mistakes
They’ve built my castle of razorblades
Why can’t you see that we’re bleeding but still believing
There is the way to break the cycle, so we keep digging
Why can’t you see that we’re bleeding but still believing
There is the way to break the cycle
Although the words remain unsaid
I am the one who breaks the chains
Until the last drop cuts the stone
Until the sacred blessing’s gone
We’re shooting stars in outer space
So let us burn, it’s our fate
Tell me something, am I a false prophet?
In the dark space they will find remains
Bizarre shapes of my mistakes
They’ve built my castle of razor blades
Why can’t you see that we’re bleeding but still believing
There is the way to break the cycle, so we keep digging
We’re shooting stars in outer space
So let us burn, it’s our fate
We are lost in these mazes, mazes
Trying to find our traces, traces
Trying to find the love
But that’s not enough
I know there must be something more
Maybe it stands right behind the gate
Of my castle of razorblades
I’ve built my castle of razorblades
I’ve built my castle