Shame taste like wormwood and dust It's bitter not sweet How can I trust anyone If I cannot trust myself? Wind starts to blow The falling snow will cover us all with it's cold embrace The blood still flows From every wound I have inflicted upon myself Hate creeps and bind my hands I can't remember no more How could I trust you again After what you have done? Broken fingernails They bleed and they hurt I'm so afraid and the sun still sleeps I'm so affraid