Lost in senselessness Seven days Every week Tranquility outside Restless in the mind Faceless are the sorrows of the novelty to be There's a young old face beside of me Do you see the blood Behind their tears Over days Every year
Don't you see blood Behind their tears It can't be Why don't you take a second glance To see what's really there Take a guess on the road It's leading towards And see the pain Behind a face Stop by and help? Too much of a grace!