I've lived in solitude for so long
I've forgotten how to feel anything...

I loved it when it stormed
Because storms meant rain...

Relict's of the past
We will one day become...

There is no story to tell
There is only an empty heart...

Find in me if you can
A feeling that has nothing to do with...

This is the story about me
About my past and my present...

Shards of glass cut into my heart
Coarse edges steal my breath...

You will not leave me lost
Forever in this bed of leaves...

As the daylight fades
And darkness takes hold...

Spawned by the heavens
Born into oppression...

Times almost up
Its always darkest before the dawn...

You are as silent as ever
But i tell you...