| I do not cry, I do not cry | |
| I'm in a world where no one survives | |
| a dreamfly with life, too unperfect files | |
| embracing the rats, deleting the pain | |
| painless like this place ever has been | |
| I do not cry, I do not cry | |
| You turn the sun into something I hate | |
| you prace my conscience that I never had | |
| you count the Books that bear inner strife | |
| sleeping with someone who sleeps with a knife | |
| I do not cry, I do not cry | |
| So will you hold me like I have been | |
| watching holes into skies | |
| you hold me like I have been | |
| starring holes into skies | |
| I'm in a world where no one survives | |
| a dreamfly with life, too unperfect files | |
| embracing the rats, deleting the pain | |
| painless like this place ever has been | |
| I do not cry, I do not cry | |
| So will you hold me like I have been | |
| watching holes into skies | |
| you hold me like I have been | |
| starring holes into skies | |
| I'm in a turn to something that's cold | |
| I praise the members of skies and of holes | |
| I gain the price for best swimming in pain | |
| I count the stars again and again | |
| So will you hold me like I have been | |
| watching holes into skies | |
| you hold me like I have been | |
| starring holes into skies | |
| I'm in a turn to something that's cold | |
| I praise the members of skies and of holes | |
| I gain the price for best swimming in pain | |
| I count the stars again and again |