Veins Of Glass

Lacuna Coil

These ghosts I keep inside

shards of glass in my veins

release me from myself, release

from my duality

I face these as a soldier would

but useless is my war

the innocence that smiles today

tomorrow will bee lying

Who is it that really dies when all the people look at me?

And I'm twisting my fingers in my hair

while a mirror reflects me

Now I'm digging to the bone

all the painting

scratching at flesh, drives me mad

to be alive and free

And the ghosts I keep inside myself

how do they see me?

while again I'm drowning

with my soul will you save me?