We are on the edge
Of us just being apart
I don't know if I could say sorry
Or it's way too late.

Sometimes just saying sorry
Sometimes it's harder than I thought
I can only pray
It's not too late.

I just wanted to say
I'm sorry
For your regrets and pain
Shouldn't have survived
Should have just drifted away
Because I'm sorry.

It seems like we are on the edge
Of each other splitting apart
One last words before I'm gone.

I'm so sorry
I'm just so sorry
I'm so sorry
I tear us apart.

Yes I'm so sorry
For what I've done
I'm praying to you
To let me in
For second chance.

I feel so cold
And my skin and bones
Feel like they're frozen
And my body begins to shut down
To shut down.

My eyes are closed
My ears are blocked
I don't know what's going on
It doesn't feel like I can make it on my own.

I need
Someone
To set me free
Because I
Can't
Do it on my own.

I'm so small
but seem so big
trough the troubles
of the day.

I come so randomly
out of sight
making you frown
and cry all night.

Sometimes I
will reveal myself
as something in your
big hollow head.

Problems.

Creeping
               From a
                     Window.
                          Trying not
                                To be seen
                                 Hiding
                                From darkness.

Look at all these people behind the window.
Now look at the same people with angry faces.
Finally, look at the people with no faces at all,
Those are the survivors out of them all.
Because when people tell them they're useless
And when people tell them they are ugly
Those are the people who hide their faces
Hoping not to upset us all.
But inside their lonely hearts
Are where all the feelings drift apart
It's where all their feelings start to break
And all their hearts, start to fall.

AS ABOVE SO BELOW

Death manifests itself:
'Are you my death? '

Cleopatra asks.

'Ask the asp! '
Death laughs.

'Are you my death? '
Cleopatra asks.

'Don't ask! '
whispers the asp

as the candle flame flickers

and silence kisses the dark.

Death manifests itself:
'Are you my death? '

Cleopatra asks.

'Ask the asp! '
Death laughs.

'Are you my death? '
Cleopatra asks.

'Don't ask! '
whispers the asp

as the candle flame flickers

and silence kisses the dark.