Do you have this hole in your chest In which the wind sings its whistling song? That makes you lose all the things which are best And bleeds and hurts for oh so long. Our blood doesn’t unite us But it will always feed the soil The soil we stand on just like in the past With hands so weak from this hardest toil. Wrapping ourselves in the mist of words Losing ourselves among the mirrored smiles We forget that all the doors will someday close And that we don’t have that much time. There will never be peace While we’re at war with ourselves Until we are complete As long as we hide our wounded hollowness so well Looking on life through the looking gla** And pretend that we don’t see a thing Time runs out first and it runs out fast And it knows best how to make you sink. Everyone can wake up at the very bottom Where darkness clings so tight that it blinds the eyes. But no one’s walk of life is defined We all can try not to lose this priceless gift of life.