Текст: Silence (The). Audio Alchemy. End Of January: A Suite.

A chemical imbalance confused laptop junky living off my mistakes
Not anymore (HA)
I'm super star now and nothing can kill me except maybe you

Tear me apart and breathe the insides now
Taste all perfection insidious la deity
On-off, on-off switch of skin and bone-light
You made me and now you want to destroy me

Trapped inside this heart shaped box a gift from me to you
Filled with the solace and the love I lost the days of end, of January

Blame it on the sun, blame it on my pain, testify the blood that only I can see
Does it kill you to sit outside and speak?
Does it taste good to know that I am weak?
I can see so clearly now...
Sinking like a drowning child the water is too deep
As you take my hand, would you let me sink?
Blame it on the sun, blame it on my pain, testify the blood that only i can see...
Does it kill you to sit outside and speak?
Does it taste good to know that I am weak?
I can see so clearly now...
Lost for sometime now, on and on diseased
I found the music box she threw away and the dying rose that never sleeps
As it played for me its song of apathy as the love spewed out the innocence
I lost the only thing that meant to me, to me,
So look at me I have lost everything, look at me I have lost everything