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
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