[bad word] through my hands
I let them go so they can die forever
The lines begin to blur and fade forever
I turn the page, it's empty
Father! Oh Father!
Holy Father!
You lied...

(Nina Jiers)
Life and you have tried to find
way to coalesce
Try hard because you'll never find
Your liberty in death

Where are the colours in my past
They fade to grey, blackout, and leave forever
Let's build a church on sand and lie forever
We'll never get a second chance

(Nina Jiers)
Life and you have always tried to find
way to coexist
Try hard because one day you'll find
Your liberty in bliss

Life and you have tried to find
way to coalesce
Try hard because you'll never find
Your liberty in death