Why am i feeding my heart with doubts and dust
My falsefied ideas
Are my falsefied thoughts
I have to cut this flower of storm
I have to heal my false depiction of our world
For healing the love I want to die for

Why am i feeding my heart with doubts and dust
My falsefied ideas are my falsefied thoughts
I have to cut this flower of storm
I have to heal my false depiction of your world
For healing the love i want to die for