With you I sleep undistracted, but when daylight dyes our room,
These walls start to bleed, they drip venom in our words,
And I spew the unthinkable out.
This should not be, there is no last attempt,
It ends now, the clash of two rivals: passion and contempt.
Wake me up and leave a rose before you go,
Its fragrance will charm you again when it withers beside your stone.
In the wake of this madness I feel reborn,
Revived by the air I share with no one,
But is this my deliverance or your revenge?
Now each day brings a deafening silence,
And when colors fade to one, they attack: yearning and remorse.
Tear me down from the trail I walk alone
Without direction, without control.
In the wake of this madness I feel reborn,
Revived by the air I share with no one,
But is this my deliverance or your revenge?
My lungs burn with your breath and yet my soul suffocates without.
It's the paradox of two.
In the wake of this madness I feel reborn,
Revived by the air I share with no one,
But is this my deliverance or your revenge?