• Leading us down this burning hall,
    With nothing nothing left,
    We Ran away from the ghost,
    The spirit of our love,

    Still smoldering,
    The cackle of our sins,
    We have no choice but to turn and run,
    With our hopes gone,

    Paralized by the broken pieces,
    We have nothing left,
    But the burning lines,
    That Tie us down,

    Let the Cold Silence ring,
    We Are nothing more,
    Scattered on the floor,
    Dissaray grows rampant in our minds.

    I know we can fit,
    In this puzzle,
    I watched us fall,
    From our places.