Raise Kain For The Very First Time Again
He sits alone in the corner of the living room His lips
are sealed, he's got nothing to say, but a lot to think
about. It's me, all along, no one else. I am staring at
myself; a reflective image in the window. I can see my
face for the very first time again or maybe just a
reflected image in the window. Until all my thoughts are
taken by the wind. My name is just another word. I forget
past, present and future, no love, no hate, no oxygen.
