I love the pain to which I fall, I love the pain thats stains.

I cannot shake this feeling off for fear of it remains.

I ache to know what my soul can breathe, I care to break your will,

but all this that fawns, all this that flies, flies just in stand stills.

This movie that we wish to play, this occurence that breaks your mind,

is only just the poisonous strands that i dare to leave behind.

They fill these lies with blooming hate, intrinsic and depraved,

for we can lie, and only lie, to wash away their stains.

And so i will not, and you will scream,

our worlds will fall in tune....

A melody heard, a ballad lived,

A soul that fades too soon.