Since the day when i've fallen here
Look the world with a growing fear,
While i drop my face on the ground
Waiting dead for the next round
Rotting thoughts has cracked my head
Making up my face in white and black
Leave my other me in a tender bed
Dreaming nightmares of cold night past
Come here, do it, shut up and hear me!
Saint from beyond
I've lost my heaven
Sad for a life
Give me your clover tonight
I'll erase your crime
Take me from my coma to light
Saint for a lie
Gentle lies built my art
Friendly scars in open heart
Write it, read it, wake up and surprise me!
Come here, do it, shut up and hear me!
Write it, read it, wake up and surprise me!
Gentle lies built my art, friendly scars on open heart
Deadly scars on a wounded smile, down into my veil of dark
Since the day when i've fallen here, look the world with a growing fear,
While i drop my face on the ground waiting dead for the next round.
