Some say our Time on Earth is borrowed
I say it’s not...

Shhh...
The night is quiet...

Death
People fear you as if you were a serial killer...

Watch the dark horse - the remorse,
gallop mid-cores through a race-course...

Her head was a race against the clock
speeding thoughts to one o'clock...

Today, I awoke yearning to pray.
The air I breathe feels uneasy...

The songs we sing
are nothing but notes...

The-Fiery-Fierce-Fire
fires Fire firing Fiery-Fierce-Fire...

I can't let my thoughts wander,
my mind is a temple in ruins...

I am a thorn
Ingrown in my own heart...

Open your mind
Like you open a book...

And it is true, that if tomorrow
the oceans go dry...