I must confess that nothings changed for now.
While knives that line sweet conversations still
find a way,
into our beds while we sleep.
Can't you see that there's an ocean that drawn a
between our bodies and our minds, we look for
and that's what we find.
Will we bury who we loved or is the ground,
to cold to break?
Well we slept our way through knowing what to do.
Cautari legate de Megadeth - Dread And The Fugitive Mind