• "She is a stoned"

Creepy is the air

it's hard to breath there

there's only one thing remained

yet is not certainty known

An useless endeavour to hide the feelings

dries between her dirty fingers

like blood flowing on a killer's hand

like ephemeral tears from a guilty soul

Yet the sensation of being alive is still awake

but she wants to die

yeah, she wants to die

Walking through a field of memories

she feels the sun cutting her face

exposing her shadowed soul

her black emotions

There are only ruins behind her smile

but you'll never see them

cause she can laugh out loud

while she cries inside

She wakes upon a dream

in which she still believes

but she'll never know

that doomed is her fate

but she'll never see

that this is reality