Another hole,
Another story.
To oblivion tense fingers are catching,
catching memories.
A black diamonds river
Sheds, sharpened.
Wrecking the fences of a mirror,
Which reflects the remains of a defended future.
She doesn't want, she doesn't die.
She goes where she wants.
Growing again and again.
Spreading her poison.
Changing her prey.
Memory is invading us with concrete feet.
A slab of thousands hands
Our past acts.
Another story.
To oblivion tense fingers are catching,
catching memories.
A black diamonds river
Sheds, sharpened.
Wrecking the fences of a mirror,
Which reflects the remains of a defended future.
She doesn't want, she doesn't die.
She goes where she wants.
Growing again and again.
Spreading her poison.
Changing her prey.
Memory is invading us with concrete feet.
A slab of thousands hands
Our past acts.