Frozen and hidden in dustsmiles

The naked voice rises so pale



With fear forward to loneliness

Yet so proud like wolves in their habitat

Removed the veil of endurance

Thorns scratch the skin



Warm are the curtains of innocence

Strong enough to obscure emptiness

But scathing is the story behind the audience

In search for prefabricated roles



With fear forward to loneliness

Yet so proud like wolves in their habitat

Removed the skin of endurance

Thorns has scratched the veil



Warm are the curtains of innocence

Strong enough to obscure emptiness

But scathing is the story behind the audience

In search for prefabricated roles



The eyes we cannot see

Are the truth we can't conceive

The borders of blindness suffocates the liquid



The eyes we cannot see

Are the truth we can?t conceive

Moans invoke the inner deathscape



Mutilated so gently. Fire of falseness

Wings of desperation react to the void

Embracing the lost paleness

Emerging for safety the inner deathscape