When will you break down?
when will you yield...

Muddy shoes along a woody track;
A scent of rain as the sunlight dampens the day...

A bleeding curse prey on my existence.
It follows and devours in its own twisted fashion...

Angels will sing of this tragedy,
of how I messed it up...

In the house on the plain, where the bombs first...
No one ever saw him, except for me. I gazed in to...

Complications,
applied to a reasonable doubt...

I woke up from this dream I had;
I was guy with a life...

It's just a comedy,
this place that we call earth...

Lost in translation,
barely able to speak a word...

The last leaf withers,
cold is the mountain breeze...

Look outside the box,
look inside a church...

Soft is the spark lit within,
centered in the core of my being...