I have nothing more to say to you,
Open your eyes,
Open your mind,
And maybe then I'll consider conversing again
Open your eyes,
Open your mind.
There's nothing I can give to you,
You'll take it as it is, and turn it into a tragedy.
There's no point trying to talk to me, words of gla** will only cut my skin,
And there's no room for scars here. Words of gla** will only cut my skin.
Pick up a thorn and frame it, so one day you will realise, your speech is a privilege.
Loose it one day, and you will regret it.
Can you hear them scream?