Red lines of obsession and non sense A fake strength controls your touch Red lines as the shape of a sharp will That cuts what you are willing to loose Dragging the weight of your soul Till the abyss Loosing that sense of control An unaware victim What are you willing to lose? What are you willing to lose? Your free heart Controls your touch Dragging the weight of your soul Till the abyss Loosing that sense of control (That's your free heart) Life death Contours of other ones' distress Fake strength controls your touch Life death Contours of other ones' distress Fake strength controls your touch