| No Fire |
|---|
| No Sky |
| No night |
| No ghost |
| No light |
| No face |
| No hands |
| Just black |
| Just black |
| No love |
| No hate |
| No fire inside |
| We worked our fingers to the bone, and more |
| We pressed our fist into the face of reason |
| To fight a war in silence |
| Dragged across too many years |
| I just hope you still recall |
| My feet |
| are cold |
| My words |
| are wet |
| I try |
| I lose |
| Just black |
| Just black |
| No love |
| No hate |
| No fire inside |
| The chains of love is much too strong, and more |
| that word you gave me |
| like some diamond out of dust |
| In that solitude |
| Some people call the gift of freedom |
| I just hope you still recall. |
| No face |
| No hands |
| Just black |
| Just black |
| No love |
| No hate |
| No fire |
| Inside. |
