Flow

Thrown, like stones into the abyss of time
No chance to go back up so high
You’re in the cycle now

Live inside a constant flow
Every second fleeting, momentary reason left behind
Let the fast illusion go, changing view
Ripping flesh and form a hole to hide in

Fictive stitches, tender scars

Agree to make us whole again
Another face of empty sorrow
Building walls around my name

Fictive stitches, tender scars

Here again
Let this never ending flow of tears
Never end

Empty faces, empty dreams
We are but an illusion

People say were nothing but a dream of our intentions
Another face of empty sorrow
When the dream has washed away