The sky is grey
Doming my head
A beauty here to see and mourn
"Son," you say, "soon you will see
The pressure in your heart to lie"
I know this empty feeling
I don't know what full is
I know that I am weakening
I don't know what strength is
And if you have the answers for me
Would you treat me fair
I know what you are stealing
I don't know what free is
The blood I drain
Scolding my skin
Your cry I feel again once more
Now I say
I know you see
The pressure in my heart to die