(Sleep took me... ... I'm unsure, so unsure) Now september fattens on vines And roses flaking from the wall Here I'm holding you for the last time And I know All phantoms keep on passing by Why could I not feel it coming I hide my tears behind cold hands Pale love lost in the winds of torture See this knife still bleeding while Her pulse declines ... and light since then is a keyhole Rusting gently bleeding This life is creaking along But still I am seeking I cry in praise of the lonely act Of not feeling a strange tongue Forced into my mouth Do not come before me now Do not come, visionary face I can feel your wild confronting stare An equilibrium that puts a blame on me Guilt burns in me Fear growls at me I am crumbling Away A mighty nothing darkened The unconscious years of suppression