The Heat of Tears - Burden of a Unexpected Gaze

A blink is a trip to a deep burn
A wrong gaze is a pit to a nightmare

The moments pass still
Uncompassing hours of shock and staring
Merging dreams and thoughts that had not happen

At least the soul is free
At least there is a calm
No sins to tell to a priest
Nothing happening along

Thank God the time goes by
Even with a beating heart
Which even may somehow bleed
May still find a place of warmth

A matrix attacks a man
Turning his blood plastic
Anything automatic
Can't hold a thing subtle

Subtle.. as a.. wrong gaze..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=if-UzXIQ5vw