burn for my syllic silence;
bring down every color of my horizon,
cause in the end?...what will mend?-
hate me and I'd burn for the freedom,
kill me and I'd be alive, I'd survive, so bring on the silence, As it's always been my burning horizon-in my sileance, bring it all down, break the fall, cause as it's the end, I died in my broken heart, ripped from the dark.