Would you say that your life is strange?
?Wisdom, pain and flow?
All that I know is the sense of the gun in my face?
And I cannot trust them anymore?
Pen again, identity, we repent and retreat
?Author of your sympathy has had enough to drink?
I cannot down another truth?
The story has to end before it´s all pretend?
With no more to transcend
??I´m coming home to life unknown?
Without the records or the milestones
?And they are terminus roads lined in black rose?
The grave remembrances of people that I´ve known?
Me the witness??
Verse
Sew the doll in a mourning deadfall
?Call him stitch puppy
?All that I see is the look of the knife in your back?
Which I could have tracked and foreseen?
Stitch and bind in record time?
No more than a crease?
Sticking to the long goodbye
?Guide them through their grief?
The avatar of empty is some cold comforting?
And I could help you mend
?But I don´t want to pretend??
I´m staying home but not alone
?I have a backbone fused from the headstones?
And I am terminus, deafened to their tones
?The grace vibrations and sound hollows I´ve known?
Me the witness