I:Scintilla

Salt Of Stones
Senseless steps taken blindly in agony Grasping for something for air for purity Words just hanging there like a hook missing bait I have no pigment to define this shape The notes of decay Learned from the mouth of violence I sang them everyday Till I became a silence I say that I am okay Cut edges and pretend That I have a heart that I can mend The hands that used to be a part of me Were tortured by my demons destructive needs From pieces of ruin I will deploy Ill construct a pretty temple to destroy (Thanks to tubby for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania