Signs around, but I'm blind
Blur and haze…
Deaf, still out of tune
Wandering with my own fears…
Phrases, my shallow grave
Written in sand, not in stone…
Darkness of your mind almost
Swallowed my soul…
Leave now, don't turn back
All the pictures are torn…
This winter will find you alone… And cold…
Leave me, Lilith
There is blood on your hands
Your laments are untrue
Your flowers never bloom…
I'd rather let them die
Or tear the September sky
Then rain would fall forever
And wash your mask away