Zarathustra's Descent Video (MV)

I'm not who I thought I was and I'm terrified I'll never be
I'm not sure which version is real
When I'd open a bottle of champagne, it sighs, now it walks away
A song for the nights with no mornings

A thousand nights on the prowl
All the streets now know my name
But which face will they end up calling?

A thousand more will be wasted
On sleepless nights and overthinking
I'm not just alone, I am lonely

I looked at her like she was a ripe fruit in the summertime
And that was the first time I lost control
I really don't wanna cry, this shit is painful though
I wonder why for 10 years a bitch for the devil
I'm a blind man crying