I reached the line and felt the burden of feeling dumb and
made of stone..
A word, a sore, one blame, that gores...
The mark of cain burns on my skin...
So here i am to serve the sentence, the stony years and
wasted signs...
A harm, that sprawls...
a head, that falls...
a river for the oath i broke...
Cause i was send to be your armour...
a sparkling shield around your smile...
but now i see i was an arrow...
the spear, that ran through all your glance...
I cross the line and feel the burden of all the pictures in
my head...
A smile, that chokes...
a trust, that soakes...
an ocean filled with red and white...
So see me dressed with all the blemish my soul can´t hold
without to break...
A pride, that quails...
a hope, that fails...
I feel a storm devouring seeds...
and with the hindsight of memories a stone is bursting by
the rain...
and in the great hall of heaven a zodiac is one the wane...
Cause i was send to be your armour...
a sparkling shield around your smile...
but in the end I was the arrow...
the spear, that ran through all your glance...
These are my scars, these are my memories...
all the fires still burn, but Without any light...
And this is my truth, headstone of the towers my words are
falling from with no sound through the storm...
and here is the shape i gave to my burned flesh...
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