When the trust is lost and gone the roots of our growing disharmony
at the barricades of the heart, the ever flowing tears of the secluded
We crushed what we conceived, the ruins of a dying legacy
Nothing else was as sweet, you used to lift me up
I remember that ethereal serenity, an Illusive sense of security
In times of disbelief to deteriorate, beyond this killing loneliness
lying at the gates of indecision, the choose has been made.