With tainted dreams, she screams at night
Into her nothing she feels and feels like motion, slow motion
Like something inside, something's broken
In sight, in mind, in body
Into this nothing, nothing
In sorrow, in pain
Into this nothing, nothing
She falls and hears, hears and screams
And hating herself, she hates her dreams
And thinks of, she thinks of... of something terrible, terrible
All in whispers, all in silence
All in secret, all when quiet
All in everything that feels
And feels to disappear
All in whispers, all in silence
All in secret, all when quiet
All in everything that screams
And makes you hurt
And takes you away
In sight...
All in whispers...
