It's staring at you with an expression far from natural But could you expect something less than a sick sense of irony? Breathe the years where only art could be abstract Shred the fears to slit the ocean filled with sores It was that time of june when suddenly screamed the velvet waters Words of grace were swimming in a lake of hate Play not vain and hold on to a life deranged Oh sweet sickness in me explain my tragedy, prevent my madness I'll share with you my dead sentimental bodies An eerie aspect of us... drowning I could wish for a brighter sun, But that would be the curse to my reprisal It always feels like a deathly song Without stars, without chances to regret It always sings like a silent crow The blackest wings to embrace our trivial lives Breathe the years where only art could be abstract Shred the fears to slit the ocean filled with sores It was that time of june when suddenly screamed the velvet waters I'll share with you my dead sentimental bodies An eerie aspect of us... drowning I could wish for a brighter sun, But that would be the curse to my reprisal