Текст песни состояние птиц - XII

I was dead weight
I'm better off alone
when torn mind pierces the darkness
I arrow in the broken clock and the eternity
the fate of the meeting going on broken glass
my fear of going from the trail behind me a trail of blood
pushing back and tramples dreams
and what once seemed true taste of losing the sense of emptiness finds
I'm going blind in search of truth, the light from the darkness into the glass flakes
and as nails turn into flowers, I lost myself in the ruins
and each step will leave the imprint of empty thought and wasted power
blind artist paints a world without color, I am here only blot on the spilled ink