Pieces

In the graveyard of modern days

the sensual touch is

all that remains

you

blew the fragile grace

on my skin and in my face*chorus

Leaving pieces

behind, anywhere I go

Every time I go

I'm leaving behind my soul

Leaving

pieces of mine, everywhere I go

Braking in to pieces every time I

growConstant dozing

The rose of the mind flow

Emptiness is always on the

go

Gliding in the mirrors

Gathering the symptoms

of all we have

And all we

don't know

*chorus

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