Read my mind, but you don't hear anything.
Hear my word, but you don't see anything.
See my heart, but you don't feel anything.
Feel my wounds, but you can't heal anything.

[Chorus:]
Pieces of our sundering.
Here comes end of everything.

Say your name, but I can't hear anything.
Raise your face, but I can't see anything.
Hand upon my pulse, but I can't feel anything.
Bleed two in one flow, and I can't heal anything.

[Chorus:]
Pieces of our sundering.
Here comes our end of everything.
It's the end of everything.