Silhouette: In White Rooms: Vacant Bodies

The light of the sun - is so cold down here

My dirty desert tongue - licking like dogs forever

Open wounds never heal - for a slave in its flesh

The scent of joy we feel - A naked soul crushed


It's all empty - it's all white

It's all empty - empty as the sky

Silence & happiness in one - but way too many insects

You, yours and all of them - you are all like rats

Crawl into the light cold - celebrate your new skin

Dead and clean to the wound - An escapee of all sins