Letra de Any Further Word

My hands are so cold what have I become? I look at myself in a mirror - Monster! This sterile breast of mine procreates only dust now If I could paintnew colors they would be dawn. What a sadness, it won`t take me I won`t listen to any further word What a sadness, it won`t take me I won`t listen to any further word I left all my precious spaces to unworthy people who tore all my beauty and forgot everything but now I will take my things back because I feel no pity