Beneath the unseen, we're breathing denial
Restricted in sorrow, the scent perfumes the air
A winter frozen lake was our immaculate soul
Like a mirror confronted by the sky
Waiting quietly the next destructive stone
My own ruin smeared in anger I will face!
A distant hearse in splendor, comes closer confronting our deep internal decay
And we'll go down in misery, when rage remains undaunted while holding the vicious promise of hope
Will disbelief surrender our hearts in order to accept this unsuccessful loss?
No, these changes are breaking the exit, after the ending has closed up the doors.
Tell me, what if things would have ended up differently?
What if life's just a trail - am I wandering in suffering?
To be walked on blindfolded eyes - covering the everlasting tears of my pride
What if life's just a trail - am I wandering in suffering?
To be walked on blindfolded eyes
Feel the sorrow of our dying hearts
Pumping nothing but regret
For those moments that will never come
Will never come
Again
When you drowned in a sea of weep
This depression is carving me alive
This depression is carving me alive
Skins me out so painfully
Like storm wind tears the withered flowers of your grave
For this mourning dusk, when joy has gone away
Melancholy and dejection is flooding up my veins
Thoughts of red streams that would ever sluice the ground?
Painful harvest, despair on my hands!
Despair on my hands!
Acceptance will ever come?
This strangling grief will ever leave?
So many years have passed
The cycle, returns again