Unfurling the arms of acceptance,
At peace in its warm embrace...

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

Porcelain eyes,
Pretending to care...

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

Naked and shattered,
On the cold hard ground...

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

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...

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

Illuminating my path with headlights,
Driving farther from where I once began...

What almighty force hath denied me love?
To starve the hunger of companionship...

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