Frantic eyes
It's life, dark that binds you
Awaiting the answer
Splinters of a poem
Your own smell
Close your eyes
Run-down memoirs is all that's left
It's life, the dark that binds you
Turning, twisting the alphabet
Splinters of a poem
Bitterness will
Bitterness will
That pulls you under
Frantic eyes
Fragments of what you used to be
Frightened by
Bitterness will
Awaiting the answer
Run you through
Run you through
Turning, twisting the alphabet
Your own smell
Do you wish to sleep?
On your arrival
Do you feel all infected?
It's the cowardice
Do you reckon the smell of?
Frightened by
As we witness another bullet ride
Do you aim for the shadow?
Do you know about atrocity?
Fragments of what you used to be
Habitual and gullible
Where it begins
Silent screaming
Run you through
Turning, twisting the alphabet
Your own smell
Silent screaming
Habitual and gullible
It's life, the dark that binds you
Habitual and gullible
Run-down memoirs is all that's left
Do you know that everybody's gone?
Do you know that you're on your own?
Awaiting the answer
Frightened by
Fragments of what you used to be
Release, the world is waiting
Frantic eyes
And takes you to the end
Silent screaming
Splinters of a poem
