We don’t like the deep graves
Let it rain inside our burns
Before we die in unknown lessons
Bleed for silence heads first

And if someone ever wonders
Who you are and what you do
Tell him or this lady that we live for things like this
That words are all around us
And it’s captured in our thoughts
It doesn’t really matter
As long this states stay the same

For years, or weeks, whatever
Even seconds count the day
What’s your need, that’s really your part
But I know this today and longer

I live on strange ideas designers
Like you breath an airy cloud
But you don’t exactly need to read this
That’s ok, I didn’t ask for

Only if you’ve got any desires
for a heartache
on some paper-cut

Than you surely mustn’t read this
I don’t have anything like that for you

Sorry