Never will you find the reasons
Sand is just a broken stone
Like your love it changes with the seasons
And in the dark I read the lines upon your handJunkies, intellects and preachers
All addicted to your clans
Caged by ribs sits the believer
With less friends than fingers on one handWhen silence speaks free
When no one's home
When cold and lucid
When bruised and tornLook into your abyss
Nothing tastes like this
So look intoDoes what you see match what you wanted?
No soft lens, no violins
Like the gray eyes of a dead man, dead man, dead man, dead man
The mirror always staresWhen silence speaks free
When no one's home
When cold and lucid
When bruised and tornLook into your abyss
Nothing tastes like this
So look intoI've got a littlevbit of riddle in my head
I've got a littlevbit of riddle in my head
I've got a littlevbit of riddle in my head
I've got a littleI've got a littlevbit of riddle in my head
I've got a littlevbit of riddle in my head
I've got a littlevbit of riddle in my head
What's the little riddle in your head?When silence speaks free
When no one's home
When cold and lucid
When bruised and tornWhen silence speaks free
When no one's home
When cold and lucid
When bruised and tornWhen silence speaks free
When no one's homeLook into my abyss
Nothing tastes like this
Look into your abyss
Look into