Porcelain
The Agnes Circle
Dressed in white again
Waiting for your time to come
Nothingness in bouquets
Obeying as it falls astray
It’s the last time that I’ll see your face
Fatal day to come
Fatal day to come
Existence cursed today
Negation burned white to grey
Freedom on display
Burdened by the choice to stay
It’s the last time that I’ll see your face
Fatal day to come
Fatal day to come
