Rain fakes

The falling tears

Wash away

The crowded eyes

We will get the pay

We will be brave

Just waiting;

For the fading rain

Shivering bodies

Lonely souls

Cutting violins

Growing in my head

These people are dead

It's all cold

You're not here;

Never mind

What's left

Is hard to find.

Stay still

See more rain

See no pleasure in these veins

See the dark not fading away

And I don't pray

Omnipresent violins

A bleeding guitar

Not in my hands

Inside my head

Or out

Lay down;

Feel the cold,

A dark place that I've found

You don't speak

You're not here

I can't stop this

I'm bleeding to die

If you were here I'd beat me up

'Cus you're not, I'll shut up

And die