Il set the key when you´r not watching
il turn it to protect my own.
I feel that im still blinded of that kind
a thing of undeclared, that gather fear.
I can taste it every time, it is a tounge
in my mind, shaking with cold words, it longer.
Some can see it, though, nothing done, nothing seen.
Although I follow my spirit, it tears and torns
it shatters itself to parts of thy undying.