Needful things
Forgotten and terrible
Holy promises
Barely bearable
Wounds from broken amplitudes
Changing longitudes, changing attitudes
Pieces crawling on the ground
Melted tears stopping sound
Help me, help me devil's son
Turn my hardships into one
Turn my fears into none
Like it was before you've gone
And away the way you go
Never stop the current show
Try to bite away enough
To repress what has gone tough
Hide away or face the pain
No difference, the same
Since you lost all in the rain
The deep water will remain