To be honest
Or to be sane
Two-faced choices
Sneaky voices hidding within
Reality is always shaped by someone else's truth
When I write my story I spell it honest
But the H is Silent
Hours blooming
(H)ours die
(H)ours are the tears that fall in perfect rhythm
Take them in to endure existence
Hour is the conscience
Haunts us and imprisons and it's not there
Because the H is silent
El habla guarda secretos en su naturaleza híbrida
Huesos del cuerpo de la leyenda transmitida
Sus pies huyen de lo que se olvida y
Caminan hacia la historia vivida
Símbolo que deja una huella helada que hiere
Mundos ocultos desafiando horóscopos
Desenmascarándo al héroe
El hombre no es más
Que el hilo hipnótico del verso de un himno
Que se canta pero no se escucha
Exhausting seasons
Exhausted minds
Fallen, risen, heart or reason
Hell and treason
History is an ancient map with treasures never found
Exhausting expectations
We're exhausted
But the ache is silent
