moonlight whispers,          
angel's sing.            
    strangers meet,
  in a stolen home.                    
  a dream withers,
when night blinks.                          
 somewhere far,
                    dark and alone.

can you not see the shape of my empty heart
its a rotten circle and full of dark and  hollow
rude teen routine silently cutting and falling apart
I'm another mess that needs an addiction to follow
inflicting the rage in the shape of invisible scars
i have a monster within I nurture with my hurt
my conscience is broken and my veins filled with shards
disappearing somewhere between the dawn and dirt


this skin is not me, I must have been more than this flesh before
there's someone within me, i don't remember who i was anymore


do you still believe everything that was ever known
reading between the lines and feeding on  a silent stare  
is there more than one whenever you find yourself alone
sometimes the long steps ahead lead us back to nowhere
i have been bred the same guilt in my bones too
caging me in my own filth so I never see the sun
i am still a corpse no matter how much love I do
you never know, the mirror can show you what you've become


this skin is not me, I must have been more than this flesh before
there's someone within me, i don't remember who i am anymore


would you forever pretend what lives may never die
there are more lies out there to make you whole
sinking down the abyss, in a thousand words I die
I'm eating my own sins so that the fire can burn old
and consume me in my own self, nothing just another name
carved in words, I will be gone as soon as I fade
you can never reclaim yourself in memories again
only if i knew that for a dream to end, one has to wake


*this skin is not me, I must have been more than this flesh before
there's someone within me, i don't remember if i want this anymore

this life it *****, it rusts in dust
it lusts for the thirst of your blood
flowers in dirt and dies in dusk
count your scars in tears plucked
wearing a mask of mothers guilt
in the same home, a father once built
by the same hands that devoured love
of a few names that a box once filled
smothered by the memories tamed
unspoken words burning the remains
from all those dreams that were killed
none shall see the face smile again
standing so still against the wall
almost dead if not for your shadow
there is no room for you here at all
them lies are all buried in the meadows
whispering in the winds now again
how hollow is the lonely song
the piper keeps piling the corpses
only for more to come back along.

i want to hold you, touch you
still believe that you are here
there can be no me without you
how i wish you were still near
so i can breathe you, love you
in my dreams, we'll be somewhere
you don't know how much I've missed you
you were gone but I was still there,
waiting for you, as I have
but i know soon you'll disappear
and i will never have you back
there's so much unsaid,
more than words, more than this world can speak
and as I watch you smile and fade
i see a tale we made that even you can't leave
a moment in time, when she was mine
and I was her
In every whisper, as I see it wither
another winter to show us a mirror
so I can see all of our scars,
who we are, who we once were
it has always been like this, we only lost our heart
now i cannot be with you again,
and you are so far
come back and haunt me again
take me back, take me to the start
so we can fall in love once again
I will die a thousand times then to be apart,
for she's waiting to be loved,
and I've never loved anyone more

when you remember me my love
remember me as I was, and not who I became
it's an hour past mid-night, you're already by my side
won't you come in my dreams again ?
I've been so cold my love but no more
for you are here now, finally
so silently, as i hold you in my arms
I've been in love from the first time I saw you
but I've never been more warm
and now that you are gone
i can tell you everything I could never spell
so many reasons, scars and hurt
come along and i will show you ourselves
only an image in my mind
a voice inside of my head
something is still there in my heart, something not mine
i feel comfortable now, perhaps i am dead
won't you come and find me again
hold my hands and smile for me again
tell me, how do you ever swallow this pain
when every moment is stuck in time and repeating all over again

I saw a revolution in the sky
someone said it was all a lie
there is something wrong in my eyes
he hopes I die, I think..
I think I saw him cry too
but would something like this
Happen to maybe, you
are you still confused between
what is going on around you
and if this world really is just a dream
when the sky isn't so blue
now why don't you all
gather behind in line like slaves
cave in to the depths of greed and sin
tumble down the pile we all have made
washing our hands with so many grins
whilst silence whispers of those
who were wise enough to let us in
down on the path of weak and brave
till we ate all their hearts from within
there is only one who can stand atop
and all must feed down from him
there is no stick, curse or a rock
that can reach his mighty wings
only his own journey back to civilization
another melancholic song for a mad nation
thumping their green against the barren sky
wearing the world that has been broken and taken
its clouds and rivers swallowed by the howling smoke
for some colours so many rainbows had to die
painted in white and black all across the border
you can hear a lonely mother cry
in the middle where the old tangled veins choke
the mercy of a poison, painting blunders far and wide
the old burnt banner in the middle of dying corpses spells hope
it has been raining blood since that late night

you walk back to the same place before
not a lonely soul lives there anymore
the rains have eaten away all the doors
yet you stand outside in dark and cold

watching as moments kiss you and die
so still it feels like you're in the moment
as hollow as the dark colour of the sky
another corpse lost in depths of an ocean

you're fighting with yourself all this while
trying to choke on strings of yesterday
a way back home has eaten all the miles
and now you wish you could be far away

it makes you sick and you let yourself go
down the morbid path of all forsaken men
just about the time pain starts to grow
you hear the beautiful noise of life then

it keeps beating louder and louder
till you can hear it fall apart and break
hole keeps getting deeper and wider
but the screams never burn and fade*

you can't see them clouds or thunder
this will be all the sound ever made
but have you stopped and wondered
if 'tis not a dream and you're wide awake