Can you feel me dying
In the palm of your hand
Have you finally realized
That I am a wasteland
Full of hopeless dreams and serenities
Closed doors without a single key
My soul is burdened by the relentless torture of the man I love
Making myself out to be a white dove
Would be a lie
And that's why I am to die
I crave your warmth and the feel of your skin
What we have between us
Is only to bring us sin
My heart bleeds for the mourning light
For when the fire burns out
So will my spite
Lonely and foreboding
Alone I tremble
Weeping forever
That the man I loved
Will all but be
Forgotten
Because this world has rotten
All that I can see
Can you feel me dying
In the palm of you hand
Have you finally realized
That I am a wasteland
Full of hopeless dreams and serenity's
Closed doors without a single key
I crave your warmth
The feel of your skin
What we have between us
Is only to bring us sin
My heart bleeds for the mourning light
For when the fire burns out
So will my spite
Lonely and foreboding
Alone I tremble
Weeping forever
That the man I loved
Will all but be
Forgotten
Because this world has rotten
All that I can see
Can you feel me dying
In the palm of your hand
Have you finally realized
That I am a wasteland
Full of hopeless dreams and serenities
Closed doors without a single key
My soul is burdened by the relentless torture
Of the man I love
I crave your warmth
The feel of your skin
What we have between us
Is only brining us sin
My heart bleeds for the mourning light
For when the fire burns out
So will my spite
Lonely and foreboding
Alone I tremble
Weeping forever
That the man I loved
Will all but be
Forgotten
Because this world has rotten
All that I can see