Rain tapping on the glass
Reflecting the storm outside...
It issues from your lips
At the second of final despair...
My life is a living nightmare.
No one can see my pain...
Can you here them
Can you here them calling...
Frost clinging to my heart
Stopping me before I start...
Have I not breathed the very air
that shouted once of freedom shared...
Untie the laced lines
you keep within, I'll stay through...
Sade dit moi
Qu' est ce que tu vas chercher...
Obsolescence shadows a dampened vista
A darkled stream of concussions...
Staring into a broken reflection
of tarnished imperfection...
A faint glint of hope, resting in his eye
Maybe his sister didn't mean to die...
This skin you will NEVER touch
Again...