The face is lost
A walking fate
Your identity was there
To drag you down

And who unseen
Tap on your line
The colors of fate
Amongst the plan

I am the edge of the blade
The bullets
Spread your name in spite
A messenger unfold the page
A deliver you will see

Know it's just a well a
Almost afraid
Tangled in your life
So long

Innocence or just align
Are you so pure
And good and right

I am the edge of the blade
The bullets
Raise your name in strife
Or messenger
I'm born to paint
I am the civil

I've got your lecture
I'll put you ice
I've got the childhood
The stream cut down to size

One single stone
Cling to the bone
The snow of notions
Behind this place of stone

I know I came to do
I walking face

Set the rules
And I'll make them sick
I'll take my time
To see your face

I am the edge of the blade
The bullet
Reads your name in spite
A messenger of mortal page
Under the river

I cut your picture
I'll put two eyes
I am the characterless
Dreams crush down
The size one single smoke
Clings to the bone

The slow motion
Betraying his face of stone