I hear my phantoms quietly weep...
I see a sun sadly turning around...
Meanwhile a sinner is falling asleep...
Meanwhile a name is causing a wound...
I hear an ocean quietly return, with empty hopes and empty eyes...
I see a bridge so bloodred burn...
I feel a sinner praying for lies...
Oh my creation...
I don't know you...
Oh my creation...
I guess I broke down...
I hear the grey man k**ing a drea...
I see a face loosing all it's tears...
I smell a sinner sinning unseen, for one second without any fears...
I read my name there, down in a heart...
I feel the structures inside me...
I see creations falling apart...
All the worlds I still wanted to see...
Oh my creation...