Just one piece, so tiny Of me, of my soul Did you hide Did you stole Did you dare to do so And was it worth Or too much. to be told Buried reflection Lost contradiction That was twisted To be described As a fiction Called love, affection Fatal infection The carcass, deceased of Megalomania Losing me Never even found Yes this must be sign, divine Know, grow to be mine To be worth of this desire Oh so cold Why that cold Is the flesh Of the dream To be seen unreal Foreseen Frozen is the womb Bitter, frustration Frustration I am lost Never even found Sacrificing the purest, the best Yet still decaying The ruins, the rest The rest Nothing, oh nothing Can't be missing What is missing As blood once so bright, red Has turned to be black, to death Just one piece, so tiny Of me, of my soul You did hide You stoled You dared to do so Was not worth As not enough you hold Gangraena The dead Gangraena Once so red The black, the dead Once so bright, so red The dead