The Face Below


What you get when you completely loose yourself
Your window pains
Nothing comes to you in turn
I wish I'd never spilled these stains
These stains on me

Deaf, deaf to all the people
Deaf to all the pain
Cry for all the wounded
Cry now in your own shame

Lie
But I am blind
Die, for ourselves
Outer reflections
But I am blind
Can't hold the flame

What you get when you completely loose yourself
Your window pains
Nothing comes to you in turn
I wish I'd never spilled these stains
These stains on me

Accomplished case
Accute derivative
Sponsored pain

Die, now, to yourself
Cannot, take hold
Of life
Inside my raped mind