Watch as the folding surface
Bends the lonely light...

The cool comfort of a blade
sinks in throughout the cold veil...

I'll whisper to you in silence,
All that my eyes, they left unsaid...

Starve this hungry curiosity,
And satiate this undying pain...

So here I stand, all alone,
Broken by the rule of change...

A porcelain doll,
In the window display...

So let this veil of secrecy,
Be laid upon the night...

Ochenta estatuas grises, al borde de perdicion.
Lagrimas concretas, perdiendo toda razon...

Show these words just how to mean,
Just what it is they can't convey...

Porcelain eyes,
Pretending to care...

Asphyxiate me with thy kiss,
A murderous emotion...

The broken features, lay clothing the floor,
A sickening masquerade for the weak...