..innocent but still
             death skeleton's roaming
        in the dusty snow..filled with our own ash

      How can you make it it all right..
            how can you even
        wanna even look at it..
trough to your wrong or right idea's..idyll's..

        ..we're still all the same ****..
              ..dying to get free..

              trying to see the light in void...
                   that that's
            what we really are..

         ..scared and blind..