Transverberación

Stand still while the winter gets colder
Cutting up your face
Embrace these dialects never to show up
Arising with no shape

Crying, rubbing
Desist from me
Crying, rubbing
Desist from me

Chain-locked fingers in this war
Two brides fighting eye for eye
Nothing lost or dignified
Afraid of touch
I know you might slash
Back on this path
Pulled arm, broken down
Nothing lost or dignified
Afraid of touch
I know you might slash

Words like presents
To not decide
Deny this treasure
Gold with no shine
Was that enough for you?
Could you hold on?
Twist de rancoeur
What we don't have

Chain-locked fingers in this war
Two brides fighting eye for eye
Nothing lost or dignified
Afraid of touch
I know you might slash
Back on this path
Pulled down broken down
Nothing lost or dignified
Afraid of touch
I know you might slash