Black Curtains
Scalding cold veil
Wrap the body
Do you feel the pressure
In the chest
If it's not death
We are very close
And like thousands of birds
Lost in december wind
Desperate and blind
We don't see the crag in front of us
Emptiness
This is how the story ends
The story which no one heard
You will always be
A hole in my heart
And like thousands of birds
Lost in december wind
Desperate and blind
We don't see the crag in front of us
They will always be
Holes In Our Hearts