The sharp sound of bladesnThe deep wounds of hatenMy fingers tap on the wallnThe silent mess of your thoughtsnHow long can it take ?nHow long before we breaknThe fragile truce that will bringnThis bleeding love to the dawn?nnLike enemies looking for an alibi...nThe sharp sound of blades !nHow long can it take?nnLike enemies looking for an alibi...nset your soul from where we once began!nnJust words of porcelain all crashing in the airnand if you thought it was goldnIt's nothing more than a stonenHow long can it take?nHow long before we breaknThe fragile truce that will bringnThis bleeding love to the dawn?nnEchoes and memoriesnEnemy armies are readynjust set your soul from where we once began!nHere is the future...nWhen we decide to give upnJust set your soul from where we once began!nHow long can it take?nThe deep wound of hatennAre you always looking for an alibi?nAre you still looking for an alibi?