cry cause I can't no more
without my scars, don't recognize my face anymore
with no pain, can't recall I've ever even  taken this trip
like tattoos , needle of pain help you reminisce and aid you to oblivion
see you in another cold wet winter morning
corner of my heart has evade me to protect itself

play the game, you become the game
not playing the game, you turn your soul in the feedlot 
pray or become the prey

full of emptiness 
silent is the loudest language in the cosmos 
resurrect the death of winter
cash in the lineage of sufferings, progression of pains
howling by the hollow moon as much as the hollow wooden heart
Pinocchio has been awaken   

meet me by the dark water