Who Would Go To Where I Grew Up


Who Would Care To Know My Last Name


Who Would Judge My Written Past When I Am Gone


When I Am Gone


I'm Dizzy, I'm Weak But With Blood Enough To Notice


My Finger Prints In Red Over The Curtains


My Only Link With Pain Is Breakin' Slowly


I Think I'm Falling Asleep, I'm Loosing Conscience


I Haven't Bled For So Long, I Could Just Stop It


But I'm So Tired It's A Casier To Go


I Think I'm Not Too Far, I Could Just Go Back


But Everything Is Dark, The Music Is Fading





And I, I Just Left, Left My Senses Away Somewhere


And I Just Left, No One Noticed That Day


No One Cared





Who Would Keep My Favorite Records, Who Would Read


My Secret Letters





De Maracay.....





My Wounds Don't Even Hurt


I See No Longer Light


I Hear The Music End