Obsıdıan Shell - Hidden

I'm lying on the moorland
Waiting for a sign
Please someone give me one reason
Which keeps me back from recluse life

When my damaged world will be whole
When promises won't pass into white lies

I'm trying to grab a piece of harmony
Not stayin in agony
Fighting against bitter feelings
Searching the light in me

The motion of the leaves
Dark crackling steps Showing the lack of honesty
You call this empathy?

Strings that bind
the purpose and reason
Eventually will break apart
this fusion

You look at me watching my smiling face
Does it occur knowing the essence

You see the mask
As pure as dirt
Someone must die
Just because you have been hurt