The mask you wear is not your own
A shallow grave you've never shown
I saw a knife preceding the apocalypse
As you leaned in to frame this kiss
Obsessed by times, so scared of being alone
Times you'd lost what holds your soul
But deep inside my eyes you saw I knew
You're dealing a hand once dealt to you
I've been where you're going
And believe me, it's not so bad
With hope as medicine to the miserablе
Inside of all-consuming dread
So bring your chains
Your lips of tragedy
And see thе walls
Come tumbling down inside of me
Forget everyone and remain