Eyesolation — Diary of Dreams

Raindrops fall to cleanse my soul The song of whales tear me apart My eyes still stray along this shore A seagulls` plaint adoring mine

My tongue too weak to speak a word O` was I born to be misunderstood Fingers touch, but do not feel O` tired seem my restless eyes

So tired is my smile In my endless depth of guilt A cripple of my fear And the needle serves me well

Memories now wash ashore I feel remains of sympathy Imagine the ability To gather roses in winter....

Somebody Something Welcomed me On the other side

Dank and gentle Moist and soft Almost like lone

The needle serves me well

But whom have I to blame ? Just the cripple of my fear Just call my disguise The needle serves me well

The needle serves me well But whom have I to blame ? So tired is my smile

Was I born to astray In my endless depth of guilt ? Just a cripple of my fear

Just call my disguise Just almost like love And the needle serves me well....