Трек

My pain blooms on a white canvas with colorful passion. I’ve forgotten why it's birds that fly instead of people. The brush will pick up more distinctly where my soul cries in the corners. Only today, allow this govern my shattered body. Maybe this treatment won’t close the wounds at all. So that others can find reflection in this wound of colors. Hope is leaving my hands in ashes - i’m fading like embers! I cling to memory, terrified of the dawn. Yet my fate has four divergent ends, And i dread what the silence could reveal. Heart doesn't see the path I should take, it's tired. Despair so crushing we can no longer run in the quest for reliance. The world has grown accustomed to paying for affectionate touches. Why be in any place if love is nowhere to be found?! Hope is leaving my hands in ashes - i’m fading like embers! I cling to memory, terrified of the dawn. Yet my fate has four divergent ends, And i dread what the silence could reveal. Stare into the mirror, would you dare end its clutches? Don’t fear shatter the glass – at times, we need to rebuild our minds.