Echoing the cries no one will ever hear
The deathly silent picture speaks only to him
The gripping vapour escapes from this lonely air
A figure become a lot more familiar
Alone, staring through the soul
Hollow, emptying the shell I cannot know
Burns through the light which has kept him afloat. Time has no patience
As it breathes down his neck, the voice of the figure calls him at last
Leave me behind
Exhale your misery
Alone, staring through the soul.
Hollow, emptying the shell I cannot know.