Thrown, like stones into the abyss of time No chance to go back up so high You’re in the cycle now
Live inside a constant flow Every second fleeting, momentary reason left behind Let the fast illusion go, changing view Ripping flesh and form a hole to hide in
Fictive stitches, tender scars
Agree to make us whole again Another face of empty sorrow Building walls around my name
Fictive stitches, tender scars
Here again Let this never ending flow of tears Never end
Empty faces, empty dreams We are but an illusion
People say were nothing but a dream of our intentions Another face of empty sorrow When the dream has washed away