Death,
You said,
Is coming
And you'll be gone
Before the first leaf has born
Desperation,
In your voice,
Is like torture for me
That I can't believe

Go away and never come back.
So you said, but did you mean that?
You want to set me free.
No more those words for me
I won't agree
Yes I could,
Maybe I should
And I would leave you,
Unless you wouldn't be my desire

Call me twisted, or call me insane
And you think you're right,...right?
But that's just 'cause you're looking
That from your side
Don't
You drop
Yourself in misery,
That you have revealed.

Transformation
From flesh to dust.
So near yet so far.
(That's) proportional.