Selves moan and hail not leniency
And we blubber to rinse the precision...

Alone sits the poor man
Alone sits the poor women...

Strong arms writing a phrase
Trembling like the old scary days...

Tomorrow I shall die
Tomorrow I shall live...

Step on a poor bird
And the door of heaven rings...

I left my assiduousness behind
It was that era I was totally blind...

I shall ascertain a secret I said before
It wasn't the era you walked out my door...

Stolen is my vision from thy soul
Though it is not from my eyes...

Hell with the curses I spoke
Hell with the sins I kissed...

Still the candle in my hand
How could it thy be that you're gone...

Yet I hear no sound as I woke
And no screams behind the doors...

As the night comes
You hold your heart...