When all the clouds surround my head

Like bandages of ice

As if they could heal my wounds, but they're incurable



When all the branches stroke my hair

Like your fingers do

As if they could make me forget, but I can't walk back



I hear another racking call, it burns me out



When all the fog rises up

Like a white veil of silk

As if it could close my eyes, but I've seen too much



And again I hear this racking call, it burns me out



I see you walking barefoot, I feel your dying shades

I know your world will crumble down

I hear your evil laughing, I watched your killing change

And I hear another racking call



So I am stumbling through the night

Confused and destroyed

Can noone hear my cries for help?

But maybe I am dumb

I feel my body escaping, somehow my body is failing

I scream - another racking call