Porcelain Hours

Every piece of

This cold truth

Knowing all

From shit to shit

Knowing nothing at all

Fear of the light

Fear of the lies

The truth

Around

I'd rather be blind

I'd rather seize that porcelain hours

But I know

Fear of the light as you're seeking deep

Fear of the ground as you're loosing it

Wake up wake up

What you seek indeed

Every piece of cold truth is a grave to remind

Every piece of

This cold truth

Knowing all

From shit to shit

I'd rather be blind

Never know nothing at all

Fear of the light as you're seeking deep

Fear of the ground as you're loosing it

Wake up wake up

What you seek indeed

Is a grave to remind