well I'm still in search for myself
even your touch makes the distance
with this old razor which seems unhurtful
not sharp enough for the glass skin
without a trace.
for those who doubt if I am a human
I can only hopefully say from my heart
let's just pray
don't you even sometimes wonder
if you're human too?
what is the color of the shade?
what is the shape of the water?
how do you feel?
now, in this moment
do you know that what you feel
is your own bliss?
your own will?
what are emotions if they aren't yourself?
what are you if you aren't emotions?
what am I
if I don't feel you now,
if I don't feel your touch,
if I don't feel this light
and this dark that fills us inside?
what are we?
what are we made of?
and then, when we discover
that we are just dolls,
just standing in line and waiting for our master,
some spoiled, cruel brat,
to put us on a shelf
that's when we'll realize
that we were made to wait,
only to eternaly wait,
set in a line,
to feed on dust and dark
...eternaly and forever...
...because we're just dolls...
PLaTiNuM ViRGiN LyRiCS