I hear you, so don't you say another word

Now here you are standing there crushing yourself

I'll near you, but my eyes see a different world

Here you are standing there breaking my heart, as you're crushing yourself

But lately you've been painting on the walls

With it like fire, you led

And you call it your mirror

And then you hate it, and then you spit on it



But sorry, you're not a god

Now every flux you feel, well turn it into flames

So hold your breath so not to spill these ashes

Sorry, but you're not God



I hear you, but I can't recognize even the sentence as truth

Who lit the black flame in your hearth?

I'm near you, but my words land far from your heart

You turn your back, and not know where to start

But lately you've been painting on the walls

With it like fire, you led

And it's a lie, and I hate it

But still you think it's you. Ready, keep on...