Never will you find the reasons 
Sand is just a broken stone 
Love it changes with the seasons 
In the dark 
I read the lines upon your hand 
Junkies, intellects and preachers 
All addicted to your clans 
Caged by ribs sits the believer 
With less friends than fingers on one hand 
When silence speaks free 
When no one’s home 
When cold and lucid 
When bruised and torn 
Look into your abyss 
Nothing tastes like this 
Look into.... 
Is what you see here what you wanted? 
No soft lens, no violins like the gray eyes of a dead man 
The mirror always stares 
I’ve got a little riddle in my head 
What’s the little riddle in your head? 
Look into your abyss