The Circle (Omega) - Heretoir

Come to me

Let me smell your scent

I’ve waited far too long

My bones are frail and fragile

Take my heart

I’ve felt everything that’s left to feel

Take my eyes

I’ve seen everything worth to see

Take my wooden mask of soul

Take my ears

I’ve heard everything that’s left to hear

Take my mouth

I’ve said everything worth to say

Take my wooden mask of soul

To be free again