The Immaterial Children - Kirlian Camera

In the dark, every shape creates flashes of fear

And this night’s chilly breath is shaking my thoughts like old autumn leaves

Sometimes I’m happen to dream… and I don’t know the truth

I’m seeing you… just seeing you… again… holding out

For a non-existent guilt, for every repressed scream

You waited… waited… but your mother was not looking at you

And your not many years were freezing the room and all of the eyes around there

When I saw you… you were dead

Then, I saw a shadow passing by

So I got a bit confused

Don’t dry your tears

Now they must see your pain…