It's not so much the pain

It's more the actual knife

Pretending the picture is perfect

I cut myself to sleep

I close my eyes for a second

And curse

This past to go

While I collapse

It's not a false alarm

The ashes settle in

I guess,

We are the insane

Is it dark or is it bright

What's the latest on the screen

Please tell me my name

I haven't checked it today

I am running from something that I don't

Reach for your razor

Cut through the dawn

See through your inner wrath

Keys shan't open the doors

Behold my heart has stopped

My lungs

To slit the grinning wounds

from childhood's seven moons

the palette stained with the ejaculated passions

(of forbidden, hedonistic colors...)

Strike from omnipotence;

Will we find a solution

When we add all the numbers?

Like they are supposed to be?

But no is close... Start all over!

If we fail

(Original by Depeche Mode)

The handshake

Seals a contract

From the contract

There's no turning back

The turning point

Of a career

In Korea

should I defend you for who you are?

the laws are changed and useless!

on their way to a deserted town

where empty windows wave goodbye

a helpless

The self-inflicted state of mind

A one-man struggle beneath the tower

I think the clock still

I'm so restless,

These walls drain my thoughts

Rooms with no sun,

I cant find my way out

It used to be my home

These days,far