Faux Semblants
Amesoeurs
False Pretenses
The night doesn't end
I become transparent
You disappear far away
I forget our existences
The lack chokes all the faces
Moves me away and gets me closer
To shams
That become my appearance
And in this sad room
I get old little by little
Your absence guides me
Toward quiet walls
The lack chokes all the faces
Moves me away and gets me closer
To shams
That become my appearance
