Below there's no blood, only pieces of paper wrote... oh... They walk all over my room like in pain ghosts... Even written my passions and pain my future and death I'll be waiting for a hand... (chorus) Shapes and shadows, and dark remindings all across my skin... …Factories of my breath I'm a standing piece of meat, waiting after battle, for an answer or at least a piece of my mind restless... Show me how to live, now that I lose my skin, after my wings, and all I needed to be... (chorus) I'm a standing piece of meat, waiting after battle, for an answer or at least a piece of my mind restless... Show me how to live, now that I lose my skin, after my wings, and all I needed to be... (chorus)