The inside is cold from the wound
When did you arrive cold-hearted?
Why do you long for my mortality?
Your eyes have seen me before
I'll burn for you, I'll ache for you, I'll die for you
But I wont follow
CONDEMNED FROM THE START
MY LIFE FALLS APART
THE CREATION OF ME
IS A FLOATING DEBRIS
I've felt you staring from behind
These eyes sprout up and drove me blind
Stagnation killed my raging horrors
Black dreams in colour woke my sorrows