Fingers through the wall — a cold, gray mist, The switch is silent, reality unkissed. Step on the path, but the woods are like glass, The Witch Hour is here... let the world pass. A mirror corridor of bark and pine, Am I alone here... or is your soul mine? Numbness in my veins. Weight in my feet. My own scream freezes, bitter and sweet. Sleep Loop. An icy needle’s sting. Ash in my lungs — what the shadows bring. Between the worlds, my breath is caught, Moss in the frost is all I’ve got. Flash in the mind: a white-hot flame, A circle of stones... I forget my name. Hands in the ash... Your ghost in the deep... "Sing no more," — but my soul’s asleep. Blood turns to resin, bitter and slow, Embers of memory begin to glow. I become the forest, I become the dream, An ancient curse in a frozen stream. Sleep Loop. An icy needle’s sting. Ash in my lungs — what the shadows bring. Between the worlds, my breath is caught, Moss in the frost is all I’ve got. My name has crumbled, turned into dust! The legend is true, in the dark I trust! Faces and dates — all drowned in the gray! Into the Never I’m fading away! I choose this silence! I choose this peace! The truth is a nightmare that will not cease! Snow on my lashes! Snow in my soul!
