Besedila: Admirals Arms. Stories Are Told. Scissors.

No bend, once again,
With my eyes wide open, this is now.
My hands pushing that backdoor,
I accept to bleed.

I'm not transparent and nothing can touch me now.
Touch me now.

The source of confessions is revenge,
The last trasportation, the last vibrations.

There's nothing you can do.
No, there's nothing you can do.
Nothing more to say
No more bend, once again,
My eyes still wide open, this is now.
It wasn't in vain.