Silently we kill ourselves with apathy
bounding for the
destiny that already was made
before we could think
and choose the way we want to take
all that is left is another day to face
searching for a dream to pursue
anything that could give answers
in these times of doubt
she came to
make me feel less lost and ill
but as soon the daylight died
I could not find the cure in her will
the chromatic day became
a distant star
and today your voice is just a
stain in my brain
she came to
make me feel less lost and ill
but as soon the daylight died
I could not find the cure in her will
