Tell me why the secrets have disappeared
cover up the traces of wasted years,
the mirrored face of fear
cover up the candle that sheds a tear
build it up alibis for the damned
hide away, don`t ever reveal your plan
looked down at your bloodstained hands, no one spoke
the information cited you by name, the silken rope.

I know you're gonna leave me with no exit.

© Brewster-Neeson-Brewster