I've shed my tears in my childhood
Now I spend life trying to regain that mood of lust
Whatever trust in myself I had confide
With no masks or sides
Just a frail smile weakly broken
A hollow core hardly proven
No morality, only thoughts of mortality
I'm moving like a ghost of a memory
A reflection projected on a side of dreams I've forgotten that I could see
Seeing thunder painting gray skies to a more blooming light
Red colored snow rising into abysses where there is none to feel
A memory rediscovered, were I really that shallow?
What fruity tears I've shed for something I cannot meet
Slowly carving myself hollow with someone else's teeth
What taste I have found in delights not part of me
I'd like to forget where I was born, start anew where I can sow
A life not taken in the place of my own, can I really ask for more?
A child's love ever pure, twisted heart strung by ropes
Hoisted on the branches of the world and with all to see
The bruised, beaten and lame thing that became of me
I grit my teeth as the rope tightens to a close
Sent from my womb into the arms of hope
Crowned silly and spoiled, even if I was starved to the bone
Here at the end of the world, truly I have found my home.