The night refuses to let me in
The number of stars that I won't see decreases along with my pains
By the power that was given to me I must keep my head in the game
When nothing is forgiven or forgotten the human beast kicks in
The red string which keeps us linked with eachother
The pains I have left gain in strength and are turning unbearable
When nothing is said about the light which makes us see the truth of mankind, the darkness fools us all
Life in a soiled can which used to bare oil
Sense is overrated and a waste of time
The green eyes see me as my hunger kicks in
Feelings wrapped up in a beautiful mess
The melancholy drives the boy's mind mad as he searches for a home
Nails that run through thick curly hair.