Текст песни Our Last Conversation

Outside, on the edge of your eyes, I walk with all my own depressions, before I explode outside, as I walk on your eyes, the taste, the waste I'm able to provoke I want me to fall away Blood-steps, then I'll fall Blood-steps, then I'll fall from our last conversation I'm grasping the last strip of land of your eyes, I catch a sight of ravines, where I'll fall like the folds of my lips you'll watch all the changes of landscapes I've been you'll watch me disappear please help me ! no no no no no please let me fall away Blood-steps, then I'll fall Blood-steps, then I'll fall to my disintegration