These words are painted black
by your dark tongue.
Images of happy times
are all gone!

And so now here I am
in the calm delusion.
Oh, the damaged brains my friend,
broken souls again.

is possible.
Feel the wind rushing through your skin
it's so cold.

Clipping in the walls,
dusty old shows.

You can turn your head around,
but there's nothing left there to be found.