Alien Hand Syndrome sore moon

I must be mad
to reach out
for something so pure and
divine
I mean, I´ve tried
I have broken my spine
but the names I gave you all escaped my mind,
my twisted mind
They escaped my mind,
escaped my mind
And you, you still pass by
I can hear you,
your steps echo in from outside
I´m not that kind,
I only own what I find,
I´ve seen the planets and the sun
collide,
but I can´t bear your sight,
can´t bear your sight
cant´bear your sight,
I can´t bear your sight