Testo Premonitions As Long As Were All Living, Were All Dying
My life has no texture anymore
I touch the world with scarred fingertips
Our home are filled with empty picture frames
Vacant stares and the shades of our dreams
I can remember caring about something,
but I'm gutted and cleaned
My obligations are complete
My life has no purpose anymore
I search for meaning and see nothing, but stars
Vacant eyes, with no light behind
Our lives, just a faded memory
