I have this feeling of heavy chains wrapping...
When you met me that Saturday morning,
it seemed the world was still drowsy...
Slipping through your fingers now
the mask that you've been wearing...
Winter,
the beast that drives me...
Once Phaedrus strove to manifest
That quality is good...
I'm nine months old and I live on the streets,
but I am quickly learning the ropes...
When I look up to the
sky...
The shadow erases the tracks of its body
But the body can't erase the tracks of its shadow...
Just when you think it's over-
nothing left to give...
Without amends, old
sisters are born to defend...
Why are you rushing,
to get somewhere fast...
I stand here arms around the tough bark
Feeling the coarseness cutting my flesh...