Watch as the folding surface
Bends the lonely light...

The cool comfort of a blade
sinks in throughout the cold veil...

I'll whisper to you in silence,
All that my eyes, they left unsaid...

So here I stand, all alone,
Broken by the rule of change...

Starve this hungry curiosity,
And satiate this undying pain...

A porcelain doll,
In the window display...

So let this veil of secrecy,
Be laid upon the night...

Show these words just how to mean,
Just what it is they can't convey...

Porcelain eyes,
Pretending to care...

Ochenta estatuas grises, al borde de perdicion.
Lagrimas concretas, perdiendo toda razon...

Asphyxiate me with thy kiss,
A murderous emotion...

The broken features, lay clothing the floor,
A sickening masquerade for the weak...