White lies the story's told
Smoke rises burning a hole
Through the rope now that I hold
Through the rope now that I hold
Painting pictures in the sand

Withered thoughts clenched in my hands
I can't seem to release them.
Haunting calls in the air around me
It's no wonder I cant seem to breathe
Echoes start to bleed from the ceiling
Hearing all the secrets that they keep
They begin to all now sing to me

Come to me
Do not speak
Fall asleep
Hear my voice
Close your eyes
Drown the noise
Open up your mind

Passing by the trees
See the colors of the leaves
They're empty
They're empty

I'm just a man
I'm trying to breathe
and trying to bleed
and have a heart
Painted pictures in the dark
I'm just a man
I'm trying to breathe
and trying to bleed
and have a heart
Painted pictures in the dark

These reflections keep me guessing
What's inside and what is missing
These reflections make me afraid to die
I know that this is not my time