My palm touches the smooth and chilled stone
It holds colors of illegal fire that make my eyes...

Rest assured mere child's play
Quick feet that move, but never dance...

I have freckle patterns
green eyes with brown hair...

I have freckle patterns
green eyes with brown hair...

Are you as happy as I am?
Cause I'm settled in this burning skin...

I toss and turn every night
and whisper your name so sweetly...

This shelter is to tight, like a noose
shes going to suffocate tomorrow...

I've finally waken up
From this terrible dream...

Life, the fear of, it's all another excuse to stay...
Having so much to achieve...

According to death you end on a key
Beyond the possibilities man could ever discover...

These hands were carved by a stranger
Laid out in a delicate fashion...

There is a stranger
That stumbles beneath...