Winter Mute

As sight is reaching gleams of gears
Now we are hidden in your fears
Like winter virus in your veins
A blend of echoes in a maze
Perhaps you should rest, maybe not
Distortion fades in,  you adapt

Guess what, last night my hand
Did the curl up
We all know how this ends
We're going dead numb

We wasted hope inside your flesh
We are small items trying to escape
Sedation period sense of guilt
We are all doomed into your bliss

Guess what last night we all
Did the curl up
We all know how this ends
We're going dead numb

The city's stones are old
No fathers near
We are the little ones
Sucking your fears

The city's stones are cold
No mothers near
We are the little ones
Drying your tears.