There is an empty table
Where lost souls feast asame...

Battering my senses
Against my will...

Naked skin thirsty;
I need love in my life...

Waking up, it's just past three
There is a monster in my bed...

Several ways
To turn the fire of you into crime...

Lying on the clouds today
That pours its rain on me...

Like a blade through butter
You sliced through my core with surgical...

With a blade of cold steel
You stand in the corridor of my heart...

It's there
It still exists...

A rolling stone and a feather alike
Cold sweat on a single bed...

You might as well have saved a life
Your belief in me shatter proof...

I am the Creator of the Heaven and Earth
I am the Father who orchestrated your birth...