An straight arrow
the strength and reach of my aims...

I brimmed mine with wine
but only your empty glass...

Do you remember
in cold winters...

Life is a guitar, a singing man
stretching like a crack...

First you were just an itching indentation
and I was a swollen pain...

No more alone, no more me,
no more endless walls, fences...

Come on baby what are you doing to me, thus to us?
I am a person not a commodity that you can replace...

If I were tears
I would paint rainbow...

The nightmare
is that nobody is out there...

From the bottles of the forworn memories
that on the counter I amass...

You the killer of my father.
You the pain...

All the night
sea...