Eyries, the sky, too many angels,
Walk, on earth, too many people.
I come down, in hell.
Quiet and warm, this place is perfect.
For you an I, dumping a burden, rocks,
But there's a gap between us,
And I don't need fake friends.
Fake smiles, fake happiness, some fleeting joy,
That I don't have with you.
Sometimes, I sit,
Staring into the void.
Just let me drown, instead of
Taking me back to the shore,
Running out of time,
Weekend broken, but unstring,
I'll let her down,
And I will remain clothed
Let her down,
And I will remain clothed!
A friend's story,
That seems frozen,
Talent is what we had before,
True words unspoken, our mouths away from the shore.
I used to walk,
Round and around,
Before you showed me the way out,
The underground,
Security,
For you and me,
Life will never be,
What I expected it to be.
But don't worry,
I miss your cruelty.
I will suffer,
From the distant ties,
I miss your cruelty,
I will suffer,
From the distant ties,
From the distant ties,
I finally found out,
That you were not the one,
I was a board that runs out,
I should have searched from coast, to coast,
I wasted my time,
Counting all that waves alive at,
Made out of stone,
Made out of stone,
What a fish, I used to be.
Alone and alone and alone and alone and alone,
With my,
Self.