Many wills

I´m lying on my bed now
No morning gives me promise
of a glorious day
Will happiness return?

I overdrink the day
I overdring the night

I´m drinking forth myself
abroad to an empty loss
down to a sunless sea
to drown in my own misery

Will my happiness return?
Will the night lay to rest?
Future-expectations there?
Hopeful promise anywhere?
Will my happiness return?
Will the night lay to rest?
Will the rainbow bridge my ways?
Will there be glorious days?

I´m a stranger for the world
Nevermore to dance
Isolation in my rooms
Oh hell that I was born

Too many wills that don´t come true
No chance to realize

The final countown, final flight
to false illusions, astral suicide
I´ll stop my sadness, use the key
to the outlet of my misery