I am in love with the white walls of potential
white walls, white walls
I am in love with the sky and all the little doves
white, like the white walls
stark but never gray
I am in love with things I'll never be
the white vision of rage
before it is stained red
always searching for the walls
but only the white ones, never just gray
I am in love with the clouds
but not just the sky, never just the sky.

an ahsen'd sea
falling down the ceiling like rain
in cold I can't sleep
and tears have been bled again

i wish I could see
all the faces that change
pick one for me
so I can hide my pain

hope i can still feel
if ever things go back the same
these wounds must heal
or I will drive myself insane

in the moments that were killed
by the memories I once had
an abyss slowly and calmly filled
until even the sunlight growed black

i see an Apocalyptic
tale weaved in my dreams
a cryptic voice
that now and then screams

while I sit so naked
in the dark so alone
all this time I've waited
for someone to find home

ashes falling on my skin
hiding me somewhere in this room
as when the lights go dim
you can almost see my gloom

you can touch them scars
and you can find it in my eyes
in there you'll find no heart
it has been eaten by them lies

I have a pen to speak my curse
but no one here to hear my song
for all that I say in my every word
so much silence has come and gone

I must not let myself disappear
in the hollow of my own cage
be consumed by my fear
and burnt alive by my rage

but these chains won't leave
until I become who I have to be
all these other faces I keep
someday I've to set them free

chanting those names
I think I'm finally falling asleep
I'm not here to play no games
a point end can cut deep

i will spill this rain on them
and feed them the burnt embers
only one way this will end
'cause the north always remembers