there are words on my skin that talk about who i am
vivd detail of where i've been and when
i've sinned, a young sin and it hides within
eventually i'll knock it down like they did in berlin
i'll no longer thin, the sound in my head won't din
lose the feeling of “don't” and alone, the tone, it fades
the moan… it postpones and the blade that weighed
sways away, falls to the shade, it decayed
the fear, being afraid, it's essentially paid
a tirade within will no longer play, no longer throw
the grande within my soul will close
good bye, black hole