This are the places that i can't feel
My skin is crawling it starts to peel
Turning and twisting it comes off me
I do not know what i came to be
It feel like a dream....
Dots on the Pictures start poring out
Faces and contours just clash in bout
I can not hear my foul cries
Blinded by gruesome but paltry crimes
Light coming more dim....
Waiting for answers i choose to stay
There is no wind but i start to sway
Letters are flying around and around
I feel the fade of a dying sound
I am ready to fall.
These are the places where i can't be
Streets and the Plaza of Sainthood of Thee
I am not here, you won't even feel
Wounds won't close, soul would not heal
Release sacred fowl...
Rain and rivulet sang all night
Their mournful song of doom
By the moring wind has sighed
And he probably chased the moon
How is sad, sad the World
Like the autumn is my grief
I need water. I need water from,
From the spring with floating leaf
Try to remember me, friend
Try to remeber me till the end
After the date of death and rebirth
Even after i would go forth
Even after i come to my stand
Try to remember me, friend
Carwing on wals, i beg 'mon ami'
Please don't erease them, please let them be
Feeleings would fade, it is their fate
Carving last longer, if you let them stay
Hear my appeal - i beg 'mon ami'
