Once I was a great wall of sins
Bearing cost with all my mights
But now I fear, and all I feel is tremors
Once I was a lucid constant of my eyes
Creating worlds within your mind but now
Ι fell and I stare but all I see is Sigmund's face
Once I was a strict remembrance
Of a wild suburban language
I was scaring souls with virtue
But now, I applaud the deep blue eyes
And murder is the only act that stalls the skies
And murder is the only act that startles life
And murder is the only act that binds the days
And murder is the only act that lies to time
And murder is the only act that stalls the skies
And murder is the only act that startles life
And murder is the only act that blinds the days
And murder is the only act, the only act, the only act
