Toms Story

Now whole my world crumbles
I walk in shadows every day
I never learn of my troubles
Every time I do a new mistake

You refuse to see my eyes
I close myself in the dark
The bar-less prison of my room…
I trail my life in shadowhood

So what?! The drawing on my skin
Pulls out a brook of tears
This skull of black and white
Is the only my remaining light

I don’t know who gonna kill me first
Your deadly cold or my own fault
I wither here, a lonesome crow
Expelled of my family home

So what?! The drawing on my skin
Pulls out a brook of tears
This skull of black and white
Is the only my remaining light

Will you ever forgive my guilt?
Or will I stay in this place so still?
Where ugly dead walk out of graves
And vulture’s cry dominate the air
Where burning ice drains the ground
Where freezing flame reaps the sound
Of warmth bearing by sunbeams
Of human heart forgiving guilt

So what? The drawing on my skin
Pulls out a brook of tears
This skull of black and white
Is the only my remaining light