In a blur of romance, in a shade of hate, it won’t be that hard to perpetuate

My lack of thought, gave me a certain point of view, maybe you gave in too?

You’re that shadow in a dark room, a serenade of silence, the lover’s stone rune is what’s inside us

Maybe everything’s a mistake, but I could care less, what if the darkness is blessed, because it can’t see the lapse, all along the spring was dead, the shapes of the end subtly projected into the sound barrier of your heart