The window pane is broken
Another clastrophobic thought
Another one's fear of the dark
Another one's fear of the light
Another one's fear of the life

(Bridge)

Sharp glass
Flying all over
Cutting my flesh
Red stains all over the place

(Solo)

Now the red room
Full of tortured people
Breath there
And look away
Look away
So you won't see the truth


Bridge and solo are there to comment the few parts of music
that i can still remember. Songs are made whole, with their
music but only frictions of it survives the anarchy of my
minds.