I have waited for my stars to cease their crying
But they just went on and on, weeping bloody stream
I kept telling them to try, and keep on trying
But the mirrors were shattered, and so were the dreams.
Shaken soul has to go on.
There are no ghouls, these are just people.
Keep smiling that smile, damn cripple.
You either go living, or are simply gone.
I have waited for my scars to cease their bleeding,
But they just went on and on till I was all dry.
I kept screaming for help, and then just screaming.
But somehow never heard any sound, nor a sob, nor a cry.
Shaken soul has to go on.
There are no ghouls, these are just people.
Keep dancing that dance, damn cripple.
You either go living, or are simply gone.
I have waited for my love to extinct, so I’ll start my tomorrow.
But the thing went on and on, melding with the flesh.
I have torn it apart, cutting out the heart, now I’m hollow.
There’s a gap in the chest, and inside some dried petals and ash.
.... broken strings, wrinkled petals and ash.
Shaken soul has to go on.
There are no ghouls, these are just people.
You will keep telling that tale, damn cripple.
You either go living, or are simply gone.