I hear dead whispers of white noise left in
lifeless memories of what cud have dreams.
Not knowing is all what it seams.
The shadow of the mistakes i left behind
finds me all the time.
A daydreamers nightmare is the life that i have.
trying to get lost and disappear but always i know i´m here.
In the darkness i left my soul so i don´t need to feel.
So dead whispers of white noise haunt the memoriesof cud have dreams.