These words are painted black
By your dark tongue
Images of happy times
Are all gone!
And so now here I am
In the calm delusion
Oh, the damaged brains my friend
Broken souls again
Close your eyes now everything
Is possible
Feel the wind rushing through your skin
It's so cold
Clipping in the walls
Dusty old shows
You can turn your head around
But there's nothing left there to be found