There's a bruise
under my left eye
A souvenir

from last night
But still I cope, walking straight
remaining hidden in the crowd.

.
One day
I'll be in another woman's shoes

Someday, hoping not to be my last day
I'll get over you
But I think,

I'll never forget the fear.
.
CHORUS 1:

Dead eyes
almost killed by contractions
In the mirror,

through smoke
I see the face of the enemy
.

Dead eyes
so tragically never found
All is bound in shapes

soulless and demystified.
.
(Dead eyes

always lost - never found)
.
CHORUS 2:

We are the abyss
the ultimate gift of the void