I saw she faded away, it’s not reality turned to dream shadows is wearing other shadows chants starts from underneath. I saw she faded away, strange “silhouette” of flesh and fears it’s been a rose painted on the wall by hands made of light and dust. We’re all made of light and dust even ghosts, flowers and stars, the prison is not the body, the prison is the soul. We’re all made of light and dust even ghosts, flowers and stars. In these four walls I stay, where every scream remains silent. Glad to see your entrance still welcoming us tonight glad to see your columns never wasted glad to be here and walk this glorious surface in fear of light, darkness coming. Pray to get a bit of sunset’s light
Whispers are surrounding me, they haunt me in my dreams I don’t want to be here with her ghost tonight alone..