I sense You're running out of time Fragments that You walk on Craving for a little piece of mind And I sense You're running out of time Fight the tears and walk on Damage is what you and I will find
Faster then pain I'll get You out of here And You won't be back again All they will find Is a tiny hole Black and beautiful
You were the artist but You're dead And I have no clue Did You worship moon or sun? We tried to kill the pirate, too But we failed And now the pieces live on
I sense You're running out of time Fragments that You walk on Craving for a little piece of mind And I sense You're running out of time Fight the tears and walk on Damage is what you and I will find
I sense You're running out of time Fragments that You stalk on You're craving for a little piece of mind And I sense You're running out of time Fight the tears, don't walk on Damage is what you and I will find
The blast was a mothful Echo ringing in the head (You were the artist but I think that You are dead) Faster than pain I am a bullet On my way into your brain.