With tainted dreams, she screams at night

Into her nothing she feels and feels like motion, slow motion

Like something inside, something's broken

In sight, in mind, in body

Into this nothing, nothing

In sorrow, in pain

Into this nothing, nothing

She falls and hears, hears and screams

And hating herself, she hates her dreams

And thinks of, she thinks of... of something terrible, terrible

All in whispers, all in silence

All in secret, all when quiet

All in everything that feels

And feels to disappear

All in whispers, all in silence

All in secret, all when quiet

All in everything that screams

And makes you hurt

And takes you away

In sight...

All in whispers...