Flashing lights pass me by
the city gleams in sorrow...

I come from prosthetic faces
and mannequin hands...

Cities grow in terror,
masses spread like a plague...

The rocks at the bottom break into my back
it's been so long since I've felt...

Beautiful lilies break at the touch.
Frozen over by ice and wind...

Poison in the wine
fresh blood on hands...

Hanging onto the edges of consciousness,
drifting through past words of sorrow...

There is some kind of hidden grace
that hides behind the face of depression...

Her eyes show no life
but still sparkle in abhor...

Smiling as the blood drips down,
the child lies dead...

Everything is gone
there is no hope here...

A torrent breaks in
diffused with cold...