Veins Of Glass

These ghosts I keep inside
shards of glass in my veins
release me from myself, release
from my duality

I face these as a soldier would
but useless is my war
the innocence that smiles today
tomorrow will bee lying

Who is it that really dies when all the people look at me?
And I'm twisting my fingers in my hair
while a mirror reflects me

Now I'm digging to the bone
all the painting
scratching at flesh, drives me mad
to be alive and free

And the ghosts I keep inside myself
how do they see me?
while again I'm drowning
with my soul will you save me?