A kind of loathsome face
We didn't know what love was on that day
When the fever raised
And the shadows start a play
Listen to the serenade
And eat the sleeping pill
One last waltz across the blade
To thrill
Calling on our faith
And the spirits in between
Paying for the sins
It is not a lucid dream
The fruits were bitter
Which we glazed with too much sweet
Self-deceit
The condolence was fake
The longest time we could elude the scene
When the mirrors broke
All the blind spots came on screen
Now the future cut its throat
And angels disappear
We get dressed in the best coat
Of fear
Calling on our faith
And the spirits in between
Paying for the sins
It is not a lucid dream
The fruits were bitter
Which we glazed with too much sweet
Self-deceit
The last chapter
Has been open for a while
We were unable
To read between the lines
So long
We were waiting for you
Calling on our faith
And the spirits in between
It's the end for you and me