...The heart speaks
even black clouds spread
You know it's right
and the words are
not silhouttes
facing the shadow
Never live to dream
they will drive you
slowly
into madness
Miracles don't happen by
shaking the tree
You have to have fire
for things to burn and
you'll see how easy it is to
ride the tides
Masks are useful to hide the blush
but don't wear them too often
You don't want people to
forget your face
And for every tear is
a cry
Let it happen and
it will be
alright...

...She ran asleep chasing
ghosts
Wondering why
she ended up
faithless
She had dreams
and a hope and
a glass of poison
in case things get
too much
Blinded and lost, she
prayed in the arms of
her shadow and
never wanted to stare
at the sun
Restless
she tried to rest
but it's a curse that she couldn't
and never
will...

Hey mister
can you spare me
some?
It's been a while since I
have tasted anything other
than the soil from the
land of my father
Sadly
my father's gone and
so as his land
I think the gods took it...
He was ill, very ill and
couldn't plow the field
no
more
My mother's gone too
I can't even remember if she
was taken too or left or
died
But I remember
her face, her
sadness-riddled face
She wanted more than
more but...
Do you think I'll be like my
mother?
But I
am still young
Perhaps
for now, I'll wear a mask and
dance for the
gods...

...Dead bats and
rats and a hat to
cover the blood
We all dream
like whispers in the
silence of despair
Trying so hard pretending not
to be hypocrites
Laughing
when everbody else is
smiling
So we could deny the
pain and blame it for
the rain
We are people
strangers
gathering stones for a miracle
But when the hunger strikes
we feast on soil and
remember that we
all
bleed...