Never will you find the reasons
Sand is just a broken stone
Love it changes with the seasons
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
Look into...

Is what you see here what you wanted?
No soft lens, no violins
Like the gray eyes of a 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
Look into...

I've got a little riddle in my head
What's the little riddle in your head?

Look into your abyss