...so you say, (that) you must go now
leaving there so many unread books
you'll cry with the candles again
waking back to life by wax drops

many thruths still knockin' on your door
staring at the mirror you take delight of incense
who's the heart which pumps the blood of this world
(and I) see you blindly walking in his veins

feel...
try...

what's wrong with you..