digging up betrayed voices
whispering to know your here
death surrounds the innocence
breathing in their tears

as the vapour rises to the sky
innocence becomes daft
within a simple cry of time
in our own simple wishes

life becomes happiness
pulling our hate towards light
our own sense of freedom
seems so unfair to judge

but the power opens minds
shadows run from you
not expecting your closure
to even the evil

here I swim naked
inside the lake of fears
on more touch to my body
and my blood will give up

let me guide your hands
to what a simple desire
can seem like love
but is really self-dicipline...

our own sense of judgment
seems so far it might as well be real
but what youll never see
is what lies behind those virgin eyes...
...self-insanity...-no heart