Cut on the edge of madness
Sanity bleeding with guilt
Indeed nothing's what it seemed

In the shape of things to come
And the fog that clouds your judgement
Only you are left alone

Shell of butterfly, you'd be
Should all be as you desire
But there's nothing left to see

Silence, nights hold not what you wish
Sleep, and break them with your fist
All that's left are shards of dreams

Shards of lonliness around you
Stories of a beautiful life
Pormices of heaven around you... die