Signs around, but IÒm blind,
Blur and hazeÅ
Deaf, still out of tune,
Wandering with my own fearsÅ

Phrases, my shallow grave,
Written in sand, not in stoneÅ
Darkness of your mind almost
Swallowed my soulÅ

Leave now, donÒt turn back,
All the pictures are tornÅ
This winter will find you aloneÅ And coldÅ

Leave me, Lilith,
There is blood on your hands,
Your laments are untrue,
Your flowers never bloomÅ

IÒd rather let them die
Or tear the September sky,
Then rain would fall forever
And wash your mask awayÅ