With thine blood upon my hands
I whisper to the shadows...

Silence like the shadows on the wall,
Silence its growing in us all...

Your not for me,
I have another...

When the heart is stone,
and blood runs cold...

I am not ashamed,
Not of the blood thts flows...

Cross my heart,
Hope we’ll die...

I see a face,
distorted, untrue...

Tomorrow looks the same as the shadows left in...
the furture holds no hope...

Its clouded Glass,
a one sided wall...

I can not seem to find myself,
No feeling will come...

A darkened heart,
Ive turned to stone...

Tomorrows when my world will end,
turn around...