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...