Bleed from core  [bad word] with no cure 
To repair as whole  [bad word] of soul grown wrong 
Descent of sun 
Reveals the map of stars 
Hiding my scars 

Be still 
Don't even breathe 
And death won't find you Here 
I hide you in my dream 
To keep you with me 

Ears distorted 
False words from venomous tongues 
Tearing my world 
In pieces 
Try resolve 
This puzzle of broken life 
Move aside 
Not in your hands the sands of ages