There once was a day I woke up in silence
And in black and white I stood
As I realised the strings holding together the fabric of this world
Had started to fray in my fingers
And into it I could weave whatever I wanted
Perhaps even a better life for myself
But instead I cut letters as my ears rang like church bells
With which I spelt revenge
And in black and white I stood
As I realised the strings holding together the fabric of this world
Had started to fray in my fingers
And into it I could weave whatever I wanted
Perhaps even a better life for myself
But instead I cut letters as my ears rang like church bells
With which I spelt revenge