Winter was coming, cold, cold
His coat was full of bullettholes
The sky was transparent like ice
He pulled the trigger with madness in his eyes

The wind was blowing, wild, wild
Every warm body stayed inside
A freezing blizzard had begun
A blizzard of bullets from machine guns

Winter was coming, cold, cold
The house was full of bullettholes
She held his hand as he closed his eyes
Just another bullet, another life

The wind was blowing, wild, wild
The snow covered those who died
They pretended no one died in vain
Pulled the trigger to **** again

Winter was coming, cold, cold
Their hearts were full of bulletsholes
History repeated as no rules applied
Only hatred reached the other side

The wind was blowing, wild, wild
The shots echoing in the air outside
Why cant we ever comprehend
That nothing is solved with the blood of fallen men

The face is a war mask
And the eyes are made for crying
The mouth is poison
And the skull a cathedral
Dreams are dreamt
But are not seen
And sleep is slept
But is not solid

Blue is the sky
Only in day
That veils the black of space
Blue are the eyes
But only in circles
That surround the black
Of our bodies
Blank souls
Never hiding

Words like clouds
That hold only rain
To wash away
And souls
Like words
Are too much alike

And just like that, I dropped it
And just like that, its faded

How many nights does it take to count the stars?
That's the time it would take to fix my heart.
Oh, baby, I was there for you
all I ever wanted was the truth.
How many nights have you wished someone would stay?
lay awake only hoping they're okay
I never counted all of mine
if I tried, I know it would feel like infinity
Infinity.

Eyes can't shine
unless there's something burning bright behind
since you went away, there's nothing left in mine
I feel myself running out of time.

morning mixes
with the smell
of the dying roses
you tell me
that God
is a father to
the fatherless and i
say nothing
watching the shape
of the leaves
drowning line
into line
against the changes
wavering in the strings
of autumn

Life is full of battles
And I keep signing treaties

Love sought is good, but given unsought better.