| The knife can turn
|
| Upon the hand
|
| You’ll be your lover
|
| Together in the end
|
| Leave a vacuum
|
| Pay until it hurts
|
| No one sees me
|
| My body is dirt
|
| No one noticed the word
|
| Of warning
|
| But it’s hard to see
|
| The past does not rest easy
|
| Unlimited — She’s leaving
|
| Illuminate — To be free
|
| The universe — Be free
|
| Reflects the hate — Spent life
|
| Of our dirty minds — On edges
|
| On reptile wings — She lost
|
| The hardest times — Her daughter
|
| Of worldly lives
|
| From dust to dust — Cold touch
|
| Long for rain — On a rainy day
|
| Unthinkable
|
| Derived from made-up truth
|
| You put up a play
|
| And no one knows it’s you
|
| To elude the hate
|
| Disguised and counterfeit
|
| See the blue beyond the sky
|
| Through the beam within
|
| In your eye
|
| It shatters
|
| Unthinkable
|
| Derived from made-up truth
|
| You put up a play
|
| And no one knows it’s you
|
| To elude the hate
|
| Disguised and counterfeit
|
| See the blue beyond the sky
|
| Through the beam within
|
| In your eye
|
| As if it matters
|
| Broken rose
|
| Knowing how the story goes
|
| Praying for a miracle
|
| Deserve it, too
|
| He always wrote
|
| Weekly rhymes of love and loss
|
| Promises he’d come back to us
|
| Happy ending fairytale
|
| Tell me please
|
| Silence is breathing
|
| Fear in me
|
| My hope is just a fantasy
|
| A reverie
|
| I traveled seas
|
| I traveled moors
|
| I conquered fear
|
| I settled scores
|
| And all your love
|
| Has been my bed
|
| Under bridges
|
| In the snow
|
| I lived the war
|
| I felt the rain
|
| The muddy fields
|
| I lived the pain
|
| Or was the man within my head a lie?
|
| Heavy gloom, darkest blood
|
| Mental institutions
|
| Afraid that he’s deaf and dumb
|
| Scared into rebellion
|
| The sound is gone
|
| It’s upside-down
|
| Then you turn on your own
|
| Mental sublimation
|
| Write yourself petitions
|
| Demanding absolution
|
| It’s convenient that I’m reasonable
|
| To the mind
|
| It’s my time
|
| Eyes open, rise above
|
| It is absurd as love
|
| Even if it’s not your own
|
| Navigate it
|
| The ideals were wrong
|
| Lived by everyone
|
| We forget about the silence
|
| We forget the past
|
| Was playing dead
|
| All our idols
|
| Fed the dogs
|
| On broken wishes
|
| That they stole
|
| Called it love and
|
| Culled the weak
|
| Tired earth |