It touches my temple
Blue, cold, hot and steel
Lust burns, finger kills
Rim crushes, now it’s too late...
I fly like a bird
In a microwave oven
Broken glass rips the wrists
Wind escorts the asphalt into my eyes
I feel my heart bleeding and I feel you’re still
here
With my mind I want to fall deeper and
deeper
My hands are trembling as I come to your
grave
Knife opens a red heaven where I can lay my
head
Like dead my body rots
Sings a song from behind the years
Wet eyes cry a song
Earth patterns on my roof
When the end comes to show me the last
sights
I take a walk through the woods of dark lights
Can it be there’s been some sort of error
There is no escape from the crushing terror
I’m staring darkening sky
Tears in my burning eyes
Knife stanches my bleeding
I feel...