In which not only the mask dies.
So as the year has spent the meaning
of all the hopes - the bitter days.
to learn the good within the griefing
to hope the best as i start to sink.
Why did i have to leave my fears
behind the hills of loneliness?
why did i have to find her here,
who loved the black behind my mask?
Hand scratching this face - for christin and the days.
blood dripping on dust - for the love i have lost.
my flesh and bones - for the fear and the moans.
my life - my pain - to dream with her everyday.
This angels voice that fell upon
my fading life my fading lies.
christine may you now mask
this dying naked soul of mine.