Depois de muito pensar, vejo que o mesmo motivo que me traz aqui é o mesmo que me afasta, por mais que eu tente colocar para fora os sentimentos que ninguém mais entenderia, o próprio ato de sentir, me quebra em pedaços.
Lead to the river
Midsummer, I waved
A 'V' of black swans
On with hope to the grave
All through Red September
With skies fire-paved
I begged you appear
Like a thorn for the holy ones
Cold was my soul
Untold was the pain
I faced when you left me
A rose in the rain
So I swore to the razor
That never, enchained
Would your dark nails of faith
Be pushed through my veins again
