(written by Saskia Boree)
The passion is dying
The children are crying
All light's turning off
While darks's coming down
The believe is closed
Pain's overdosed
Black light's prevailing
Evil's getting the crown
Everyone needs one warm heart to hold
So why's sun too hot, and wind too cold?
There's nothing else,
Just the embrace of this deathlike hush
And there's nothing else
Only the embrace of this
Deathlike hush
The pain couldn't heal
The power isn't real
Strong ones lost theirselves
While faith's dusting away
Breath should expired
The people all tired
Weak ones growing big
The evil let us astray
Everyone needs one warm heart to hold
So why's sun too hot, and wind too cold?
Everyone needs someone to hold hisself together
But who am I, to make it all better ?
And there's nothing else
Only the embrace of this
Deathlike hush
Produced by SJM-productions, 2006
