There was a little girl, who cut up her world.
She put blood on the walls and made out her calls...

Its thorns are gone from age
Dying within its stage...

The room is too hot to write a single word.
As I sit here in silence, scratched up thoughts...

Everyday i have sat and listened to myself think...
Everything seems so far away when all has become...

Bleeding, so resteless and cold.
Gently falling this memory unfolds...

There it lay upon the bed,
So innocent all alone...

So glad to see you well,
Condemn the light that burns...

I am the night, A walker among mortals.
I travel between the shadows and...

It's formless
and distorted...

There's something about a morning sky
that brings a tear to the blinking eye...

Breaking from these chains of hate, I find some...
I bring about my common loss and it begins to grow...

Close up, ripped apart this heart I manage to...
My wounds are concealed, concealed to the essence...