Give me your ears and I fill it with these words.
Walking through my brain, my soul dies a little more.
A dream loaded with old memories pulls up to my head,
an old face with eyebrows tied up to past years
breathes in my heart painful words,
"Haven't we met somewhere in that world where the clouds always fight in favor of the sun?"

Before I understood him, his thoughts were falling in my heart
my lungs , breathing without air,
cold blood in my vains cut very deep,
almost deeper than my mind crushed in pain.
When Fallen angels carried me away,I could see his words
burning in my broken face.
Reached out my hands and let these words clean my face,
yeah, sometimes its hard to bring words alive with truth.

No, I don't use any shit to write like I am used to do,
I just take a piece of my heart and clean it in front of you.
Brushing out all pain while I am fucking with my brain,
and a quick look in the mirror kills all pride, all pain.
Like in a dream where I am in silence doing my pray,
where my ego fell out and the wind blew it away.