Besedila: In Flames. BORDERS AND SHADING.

Take a knife and carve it in
want to see your faults
as a part of your pretty skin
everyone has a tragedy
I want you to wear yours in pain

oblivion can no longer shade you
tattered tissue as a reminder

bleak silence
errors stigmatized in you
a weak worn out friend
there's nothing left for me
again and again
your face reminds me of a bleak future
despite the absence of hope
I give you this sacrifice

you're so far behind
be my hero
drift away
save yourself
don't end up zero
I'll look the other way

I'll crawl into your vault
Pass snakes and old rotten thoughts
leaving a hotbed of virulence
your world inside slowly redesigned

I deny any reminisce of us
I'm on a new mission
I find myself in the future
a trace of the past cannot be found