My hands are painted dirty,
the aftermaths of relentlessness.

And maybe if I listen hard enough
time wont pass in seasons.

Still you always know what to say
But never find a way to say it.

You're just a failure in the eyes of your parents
And a god in the eyes of a stranger
You can toss it and you can turn it
But you can never rearrange it.

Why do the clouds taste so bitter now?
air is now another betrayal.
something so simple. like breathing
turns into fires ashes.

Kiss my eyes to departing death...

I'm like Mr.Hyde in a flower garden...

This is just the reapeating sequence to the end...

Angels bleed tears like clouds shed rain

baby, close the door one more time
and then walk away... just walk away
maybe the snow will cover your footprints
to show that you were never really there