With tainted dreams, she screams at night
Into her nothing she feels and feels like motion, slow motion
Like something inside, something's broken


In sight, in mind, in body
Into this nothing, nothing

In sorrow, in pain
Into this nothing, nothing


She falls and hears, hears and screams
And hating herself, she hates her dreams
And thinks of, she thinks of... of something terrible, terrible


All in whispers, all in silence
All in secret, all when quiet

All in everything that feels
And feels to disappear
All in whispers, all in silence

All in secret, all when quiet
All in everything that screams
And makes you hurt

And takes you away

In sight...


All in whispers...