A fog on a day without night
A day more like the dawn
Without real darkness without real light

In her heart is a deadly and bloody tear
Her broken eyes tell us a dreadful tale

she cry
she always die

A day more like the dawn
Without real darkness without real light
she want to break down
she prefer no man to see
so the solvation is blind arm
....the solvation is no memory brain

I bury my face in my hands
I try to speak but I can't