Empty hours, two hearts rust. Shards of hate, cutting the hands, the hands of philanthropy. He's trapped, he's trapped in a stubborn maze, locked and buried. The solution, must be the path of blame. She's captured, she's captured, she's captured all alone, tied to her knees, she said: bury me, bury me in concrete, bury me all alone. tears are dripping on my feet, down to the floor. I know, I know what you're longing for. So bury me in concrete, bury me all alone. Empty hours two graves. But no one put him out of his maze, no one, cares. No one pull her out of her grief. No one, no one no one no one cares. So she is counting her tears, all alone, in which she was drowning, all these years. But it's time to leave the shards behind