the sound of ice breaking beneath a step
when icebergs forget the bottom of the wounds
is like bitter fire burning in the world's lap
cry out future rage and the past that still hurts
make a crackling step into the unknown
make an insight whirl within the blind eyes
vainly kept open but curtains never shown
are still tightly drawn when the first act dies
when icebergs forget the bottom of the wounds
is like bitter fire burning in the world's lap
cry out future rage and the past that still hurts
make a crackling step into the unknown
make an insight whirl within the blind eyes
vainly kept open but curtains never shown
are still tightly drawn when the first act dies
