Coming from the dark, we are ghosts
We are shadows in the world
Silent in our art, in our craft
We are not there to be seen
Underneath it all, we have eyes
They are shining but invisible
Hidden in the souls, on the inside
Like all else that is real
All of our goals will be met
Coming from the dark, we are hands
We are instruments of work
Hanging from our arms, by our sides
They are not there to be held
Underneath the arms we have hearts
They are beautiful and innocent
Hidden in their beat, in our blood
There is mercy, there is love
All of our goals will be met
All of our goals will be met
All we know is how to go on
But we bleed, we bleed
We bleed and we hurt like the living
Screaming through invisible veils
We know no one will come
Coming from the dark, we are mouths
We are instruments of sound
Grinding in our teeth, on our tongues
Words not passing over lips
Underneath the words, there is truth
There is passion, there is tenderness
Hidden from the world, from the light
Where we never can belong
All of our goals will be met
All of our goals will be met
Will be met
But we dream, we dream
We dream and we yearn like the living
Turning our faces to the light
We know no one will come
We know no one will come
Come, come
Come