Abyss

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 hand Junkies, intellects and preachers All addicted to your clans Caged by ribs sits the believer With less friends than fingers on one hand When silence speaks free When no one's home When cold and lucid When bruised and torn Look into your abyss Nothing tastes like this So look into Does 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 stares When silence speaks free When no one's home When cold and lucid When bruised and torn Look into your abyss Nothing tastes like this So look into I'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 little I'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 torn When silence speaks free When no one's home When cold and lucid When bruised and torn When silence speaks free When no one's home Look into my abyss Nothing tastes like this Look into your abyss Look into