My heart is in my hands There is a hole in my chest I filled it with pure sadness And buried the heart in the sand There's no turning back I quenched my thirst with its blood 'Til it's dry and colourless I shed my tears to the hole inside And stared at the desert's endless sky The sky was blue but now it's grey I shake within, in a ruthless fray So I buried my heart in boiling sand... This suffering, I tried to end The heart... Kept... Pounding...