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 ones 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