Mystery Of Her Words

Take my hand, are you waiting to say me
It’s a great mistake? But there is no fear to feel
Our path is, the one made possible
I regret nothing

There’s no future
We did away with empathy

Home is calling
But my hands are all washed in blood
No resolve can’t just raise me out
For tomorrow, I’ll burn my heart
As I see, the table turning

On my way, no life was the one I seek
May we hear, screams of what I keep
Falling in, the light of your eyes
And silence is broken

There’s a future
To fade away with our dream

Home is calling
But my hands are all washed in blood
No resolve can’t just raise me out
For tomorrow, I’ll burn my heart
As I see, the table turning

As I reach my dead end
And turn into a lie
Oh, the only way out
As I embrace my fall

Home is calling
But my hands are all washed in blood
No resolve can’t just raise me out
For tomorrow, I’ll burn my heart
As I see, the table turning