Below a crimson sky,
A river of blood...

Faintly, there's a feeling
A seed yet to grow...

Anyone care to join me,
In the deep dark hole of despair...

I tried to
Not eat...

Your pain is foolish,
Said the angel...

Everyone lives,
And everyone dies...

The hunters plague the forest,
The rabbits scurry into their burrows...

Freedom!
shouted William Wallace...

Things are changing,
And I hate the difference...

Cold drops splash on my nose,
And others run through my loose hair...

How do you find the words,
To explain what you feel...

Do you want to fall,
Slipping silently over space...