sometimes disaster

is just what it takes

to open up your sleepy eyes

go outside when moring breaks

speaking of chariots

words swinging low

shadows flowing from your brush

lingering, never changing

minister of fate

declares that you're remiss

upon the lips of hate

he gives a callous kiss

Étiennne your silhouettes,

promises that turned into lies

I can't see you Étiennne

so many eyes looking at you,

stumbling through blackened woods

cold-hearted ecstasy

mistaken for love

bitter death has left behind

a treasure in my mind

I can't see you Étiennne

so many eyes looking at you,

stumbling through blackened woods

can you hear me now

in your oblivion?

may I sit with you?

maybe you'll teach me a thing or two

minister of fate

declares that you're remiss

upon the lips of hate

he gives a callous kiss

psychic whisper speak within

revealing far too much

a battle that you can not win

a face you can not touch

Étiennne your silhouettes,

promises that turned into lies

I can't see you Étiennne

so many eyes looking at you,

stumbling through blackened woods