There is a spirit of a mother Watching her son from afar In a place where love is meaningless And black clouds cover the stars This melancholy's so cruel Nor romantic nor saint Tell me, oh God, my lord To where have you taken my friend? Read me, trace me My abilities, disabilities Infidelities I flew with him through skies of longings and desires I’ve been but a listener to his dubious strategies There are no more lies when a friend dies But I pray so I can meet him soon I may’ve been a liar An attacker or defender Imperfect masterpiece For as long as I remember If I have a death wish In this home where I'm slender Bury me in the tower In the city of lavender Ghosts are real, orphaned spirits We are all saints till the countdown starts Read me, trace me My abilities, disabilities Infidelities My hope was lost when the best part of me was buried There’s nothing else to lose There’s nothing left for me I walk in the wastelands of my torments Now I’m falling from grace so fast