To tell the truth, there's no harmony, no peace,
‘Cause you must hide inside this hollow, broken building
As if your heaven wouldn't mind
The doom we forced, but you're not guilty.

You see, my world is broken and it's harder to forget,
But growing on your soil is what should be forever kept.
A smile recoups the craving, your scent is warmth.
To feel alive – confusion – home.

It's long ago I lost my mind to let your roots in mine,
And even if I try to feed the seeds with poison,
I lose control instead, and there it tears me down.
My blooming grounds are frozen.

You see, my world is broken and it's harder to forget,
But growing on your soil is what should be forever kept.
A smile recoups the craving, your scent is warmth.
To feel alive – confusion – home.

The path away from me is just a path of losing time.
The further you will travel, the bleaker is the line
Of inner peace in gardens of holy trees.
Cold ash – an answer, please!