These walls,
That once stood proud...

Naiye! i call out,
i need your help...

You said i was your hero,
and i believed it...

I sit here,
listening to our song...

Its happening again,
I'm falling...

Page after page,
i cant get it all out...

Perpetual silence,
and insecure scribbles...

O\' vile deamon of blood and pain,
Go forth and slay thy eternal torment of thy...

So many questions,
And so much pain...

Curse my inability to explain,
All the pain of not knowing what to say...

When you leave,
my world turns to black...

Looking across the fields,
The morning rains turn to steam...