There is a spirit of a mother
watching her son from afar
In a place where love is meaningless
And black clouds cover the stars

This melancholy's so cruel
Nor romantic nor saint

Tell me, oh God, my lord
To where have you taken my friend?

Read me, trace me
My abilities, disabilities
Infidelities
I flew with him through skies of longings and desires
I've been but a listener to his dubious strategies
There are no more lies when a friend dies
But I pray so I can meet him soon

I may've been a liar
An attacker or defender
Imperfect masterpiece
For as long as I remember
If I have a death wish
In this home where I'm slender
Bury me in the tower
In the city of Lavender

Ghosts are real, orphaned spirits
We are all saints till the countdown starts

Read me, trace me
My abilities, disabilities
Infidelities
My hope was lost
when the best part of me was buried
There's nothing else to loose
There's nothing left for me

I walk in the wastelands of my torments
Now I'm falling from grace so fast

I may've been a liar
An attacker or defender
Imperfect masterpiece
For as long as I remember
If I have a death wish
In this home where I'm slender
Bury me in the tower
In the city of Lavender

I may've been a liar
An attacker or defender
Imperfect masterpiece
For as long as I remember
If I have a death wish
In this home where I'm slender
Bury me in the tower
In the city of Lavender