Would you say that your life is strange? Wisdom, pain and flow All that I know is the sense of the gun in my face And I cannot trust them anymore Pen again, identity, we repent and retreat Author of your sympathy has had enough to drink I cannot down another truth The story has to end before it´s all pretend With no more to transcend
I´m coming home to life unknown Without the records or the milestones And they are terminus roads lined in black rose The grave remembrances of people that I´ve known Me the witness
Sew the doll in a mourning deadfall Call him stitch puppy All that I see is the look of the knife in your back Which I could have tracked and foreseen Stitch and bind in record time No more than a crease Sticking to the long goodbye Guide them through their grief The avatar of empty is some cold comforting And I could help you mend But I don´t want to pretend
I´m staying home but not alone I have a backbone fused from the headstones And I am terminus, deafened to their tones The grace vibrations and sound hollows I´ve known Me the witness