Gashes of another pain That is driving you insane And lost your trust in chemicals To forget the end is near Oh, the fire lost it's warmth And it seems we'll freeze to death We'll hold each other then...
Oh, it touches, itches, bites, and wastes the time Trying not to be in love with what is mine With sirens singing All the big things that we hate, we cry about Will turn to gold if we just leave them...
It was a bright and beautiful morning in spring I just went out in the forest to collect some wood for the fire When I stumbled upon this strangely formed root Behind the things they sleep But waiting...