The hands of the clock move in a smooth...
Ticking away the seconds from my climatic day...

You look like a different person without your...

The cold air blows across the starlit sky.
I stand here alone on this cold dark night...

Your little hands violently shake.
For my benefit rip off my second face...

My hand is shaking from the nervousness inside.
I'm about to open the door that leads to the...

Amidst the dark, lonely night.
After those terrible, worrisome years...

Writing takes its shape.
Becoming lines that rhyme...

Social interaction is divided into many shells.
None of this is said to be permanent...

Plotting the move that brings injustice.
Trusted to you so you become a separate person...

The power hits like a dart.
It penetrates through the concrete...

The bombs are dropping.
As the tide keeps rising...

Strength in and weakness out.
Separate the differences...