E7（ ↔P12 ）

Open Open Open Beyond the darkness lies not light Beyond sickness lies not life Beyond the door thrown open stands no one What we place at the heart of our mind and body That rusted, decaying thing, on the verge of ruin Open Open Do not open My breath is white in the cold air My fingers are cold, white Rusted, creaking, dripping Deep inside, frozen, on the verge of tears Open Don't close Cry Let it decay Open Open Open Even if there's no path beyond the darkness Even if there's no salvation beyond sickness The door I throw open is one I release with my own hands Even if my heart, my body, tilts and falls Rusted away, decayed to the end, even if only skin and bones remain Open it, open it, open it, even if I don't open it Cold nights are white with darkness My breath carries heat far away My fingers lost, white Not open Should open Even if not open Over there Open Release Don't close Open Even if not open Even if not open Forward