Through Dead Winters

The page is read
The door closes
Feel the wind coming over
Like it would if you died

The search for reality is lost
A past broken and frustration builds
Like it would if you cried

The looks that gaze upon
Fear is now strength
Moving like it would if we tried

The whole regrets
It's ungratefull and it tears downward
Like it would if you hide

Through dead winters pain
Through dead winters hate
Through dead winters...

It's not a game, it's fate
The windows crack
What is left of how it could be
If it destroys
Another burden, tears of hatred
Across the river walking
Like it would if we'd care

Through dead winters fate
Through death, not breathing

Wallow in the mass...
Mass confusion
It's worse than any nightmare
Of how it feels to be buried alive
The truth is heard too many times
Feeding worms to companions
They're all gone
It's how it feels to be alone

Written 22-04-1999