The look of others pierces
Golden spear in my armour, to disappear with no trace
Vital distance kept with others
I must break the ties, but without accepting
But why does pain come, between air and skin
Necessary distance, I must heal
False image of myself
Perfect figure, maximum protection,
I must keep up appearances
But the devil laughs at
the angels' talk
Tomorrow my tears, like a fountain, will feed
Rivers and Children will be born blind
Hidden behind the sound,
ice façade,
I listen to the volcano, I must wait
Stones on the hard ground. White on black
The sky tears itself away from the earth, I must suffer
But the devil laughs at
the angels' talk
Tomorrow my tears, like a fountain, will feed
Rivers and Children will be born blind
The king's Jester will let me know if nothing is lost
Vital distance kept with
others
I must break the ties, but without accepting
But why does pain come, between air and skin,
Necessary distance, I must heal
Stones on the hard ground, white on black,
The sky tears itself away from the earth
I must suffer
Rivers and Children will
be born blind
The king's Jester will let me know if nothing is lost
To disappear with no trace