There's a question sealed in your lips,
A cold touch freezing your stomach.
Your head acting too confused
To produce answers.
Like rubbing it in your face,
Your promises lying before a veil

It'sn't gonna help,
When acting is devoided of emotion but -
The clock is making you hold
Like a telephone on wait.
A pencil writes on itself and the hand
Is the puppet; it cannot be spoken to.
The talking sock you can't comprehend.

"Act like you care, one more time...
This heart of mine cannot take it.
If I die tommorrow or afterwards,
It's because the veil prevails in me...
In my eyes...
I still feel it in my skin."

Let's die together, hand by hand
Dream and man...
We cannot take it.


Possible lyrics for a song of mine on Sirius Death. What do you think?