Would you say that your life is strange?
Wisdom, pain, and flow
All that I know is the sense of a gun in my face
And I cannot trust them anymore
Pen again, identity, repent and retreat
Author of your sympathy has had enough to drink
I can knock 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
Me the witness
Me the witness
Me the witness

Sew your 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 wanna 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 grave vibrations and sound hollows I´ve known
Me the witness
Me the witness
Me the witness
Me the witness
Me the witness
Me the witness
Me the witness
Me the witness