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