Lirieke: Greenwheel. Flood.

Pull me from the wreck
or watch and stand serene
shards of broken glass
shattered like the innocence we lost so long ago
See me empty
and fill me with a false sense of warmth and cold, so cold
I don't owe you anything
purge this skin of feeling
left me cold and trembling
I don't owe you anything
Am I afraid of
how much sense this makes

do I deny
and tempt the inevitable
can I restrain this flood
from rising rising rising...
I get carried away
can I restrain this flood