In the graveyard of modern days
the sensual touch is
all that remains
blew the fragile grace
on my skin and in my face
*chorus
Leaving pieces
behind, anywhere I go
Every time I go
I'm leaving behind my soul
Leaving
pieces of mine, everywhere I go
Braking in to pieces every time I
Constant dozing
The rose of the mind flow
Emptiness is always on the
Gliding in the mirrors
Gathering the symptoms
of all we have
And all we
don't know
*chorus