Testo Anesthesia

Hands are black from the ink
Trying to erase it
Floating pictures building up
Slowly disappearing
My fate is sealed as it starts
Certainly beginning
Running colours separate and divide my choices
I find myself wondering and my head starts spinning
What if all my memories of you are never finished?
Recalling on the older days, denial of my future
There is a noose around my neck, slowly pulling tight

Why do I draw these one's with you?
The longer I look at them, their meaning changes
Why do I draw these one's with you?
Trying to determine, what I really felt for you

The only thing left for me, is to keep the memory alive
While drowning in a daze with your illusion
By my side
With you by my side
My hands still black
Moving up, moving back
Day by day, hour after hour
I etched in tree bark, watch it overgrow
My past is a blank page, framed by you

The only thing left for me, is to keep the memory alive
While drowning in a daze with your illusion
By my side
With you by my side

The only thing left for me, is to keep the memory alive
While drowning in a daze with your illusion
By my side
With you by my side

Cracks in my heart still let me bleed
Cracks in my heart still let me bleed

OH!

I still got something to say
Would you listen to - me?
Would you listen to me?
I still got something to say