A shallow sunrise
With judgment in every ray
Breaking theough me day by day
Precise hatred towards what you don't understand
I am a hollow ahell that used to be a man.

White stairs tracing the edge of my mind
With no end or consistent time.
I will never find a point to look skyward
And question this life of mine.

The grasp of your hand
Or the strength of a strange
Has shown me i am not a man
I feel no sense of danger

If I keep this mask on too long
I will not be able to move on