• See these CD's?
    They echo in my empty head,
    Since the last mourn,
    With emptiness devour the song,

    See these markers?
    I can feel them on my naked skin,
    Like you used to be,
    And soft sweet insensitivity,

    See me falling?
    Since angels alway fall first,
    And when I am silent,
    In the face of my unintentions,

    See my shadows?
    They're hanging of the ceilings,
    Time is the essence,
    With the faces I won't turn away,

    See the silence?
    Drip from every corner and crack,
    Break the foundation.
    So I can't build at a reconstruction,

    See the volume knob?
    The control to lies I won't explain,
    So right click again,
    And I'll forget who I really am,

    See my spiral?
    Going downward beneath stars,
    One last breath,
    And I'll let time stop for me.