Verse Would you say that your life is strange? ?Wisdom, pain and flow? All that I know is the sense of the gun in my face? And I cannot trust them anymore? Pen again, identity, we repent and retreat ?Author of your sympathy has had enough to drink? I cannot down another truth? The story has to end before it´s all pretend? With no more to transcend ??I´m coming home to life unknown? Without the records or the milestones ?And they are terminus roads lined in black rose? The grave remembrances of people that I´ve known? Me the witness?? Verse Sew the doll in a mourning deadfall ?Call him stitch puppy ?All that I see is the look of the knife in your back? Which I could have tracked and foreseen? Stitch and bind in record time? No more than a crease? Sticking to the long goodbye ?Guide them through their grief? The avatar of empty is some cold comforting? And I could help you mend ?But I don´t want to pretend?? I´m staying home but not alone ?I have a backbone fused from the headstones? And I am terminus, deafened to their tones ?The grace vibrations and sound hollows I´ve known? Me the witness