Insincere Lyrics - Fin De Siecle - Cemetery Of Scream

I see the past days in front of me 

Longin' for something that has passed 

Askin' about the future 

Hidden deep outside the world 

Insincere in my own intentions 

I found it inside of me 

It's been waiting for its new moon 

To live in my eyes 

The instant 

Bitter like some bile 

Burning 

Burning like a wound 

Each simple day's over 

Pickin' up the flowers 

Over the TV-set 

To project the eyes 

With bare hands 

Run' way from the pain 

In a world of a dream 

Thrown into a whirl of reality 

Lips are so fervent 

Stars are so distant 

Each simple gesture 

Lookin' in each other's eyes 

Touching' the hands 

I can tell: