Words - mechanical moth - the sad machina


Autumn leaves pass her way
But all she sees
is a world of grey

Silent winds touch her face
and all she feels
is a fading haze

Soft echoes give her trust
But creepy sounds
Tell her she is lost

Deep Waters let her faint
And she knows yet
that it is too late

Dark shadows let her cry
but misty skies
help her to deny

Cold raindrops kiss her eyes
and she awakes
out of lonely nights

her own grave she creates
and life is all
what she devastates

autumns eve is her fate
And she knows yet
that it is too late

She´s alone
so alone
in a different mind
with no hope inside
she is gone
all alone
to another place
lost without a trace