The pain from our broken dreams wont heal by it self.
But we still keep our lips wet by drinking water from poisoned wells.
Like we're not ready to take the fight.

This is the endless game we play.
We will never be victorious.
The whispers we hear is from a split tounge.
Our bodies shout in silence.

And we're going to bed,
knowing that this will be another sleepless night.
You've played all your cards, now it's time for me to act.




- gueorgue.