I attempt to reassemble
but stitch by stitch i fall...
Little innocent Charlie made a wish
A wish for you to grant...
The festival of lights
Oh a marvelous sight...
With only my voice
to keep me company...
Swords swing in an endless war,
Through the air spears soar...
I wonder through burnt down towns
Seeing what’s left of the diaster...
The grave shook,
Quake from hell...
Its cold and dark
a figure walks up...
Always thought of the days we've been through,
Never think about what we should do...
You are the puppet master, i am your block of...
but i have no loving father, no angel as my...
Painstakingly picked the skin from his face,
Obscurity turning me back...
I am alone; so alone
I sit in my bedchamber...