Icon In Me Empty Hands
Lived, never lived, died, died in vain. Sacred rumours,
embeds my life.
Forever and ever to be still, break me, shake the last
piece to sense.
Every time when I look my self in the mirror, I see
this pale hollow face, staring, no saviour will help me
to solve my misery, ever, never, never sever.
Softly I'm fading away, smoothly I'll disappear, naked
is the truth, dead and empty are my hands.
The hunger strikes, fled into darkness, finally I'll
find my home
Flames, burning flames, touches and dispels me again.
In my coffin, were dusk embrace, nothing in the mirror
reflects.
Softly I'm fading away, smoothly I'll disappear, naked
is the truth, and dead and empty are my hands.
Blessed are these sins, forgiven are these wings that
carries me away, and barely swings me to sleep. Night
sweeps its veil again a cold captures my soul, deviates
from all, deviates from me.
Reckless and torn, thru it all.
The hunger strikes, fled into darkness, finally I'll
find my home, my own nest, where I can dwell inside.
Softly I'm fading away, smoothly I'll disappear, naked
is the truth, and dead and empty are my hands.
The hunger strikes, fled into darkness, finally I'll
find my home, my own nest, where I can dwell inside.
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