Vacant stare
Moments paused
Spotlight glare
Heartbeats hushed

Rolling shutter
Wet carpet
Weak footsteps
Spied breath

All the colours are just lies
On the plastic butterflies

Buttons done
So are lips
Lenses on
New gossips

Humble scratch
There's no blood
No more pain
No impulse

All the colours are just lies
On the plastic butterflies

Lullabies
And good byes
Dark abyss
Kisses die

Alarms ring,
Or phone call
(there's) Nothing left,
You've shown 'em all