Like a Silkworm

A full glass and an empty one
Map of loneliness with a gun
Hopeless words on a white paper
Cartridges of the black old pencil
Memories of the cold days
Nothing seems to be okay

All of them make me cry
I should become a butterfly

Like a silkworm
I hide inside cocoon
Like a silkworm
This is my doom
Like a silkworm
I hide inside cocoon
Like a silkworm
This is my doom

The sound of solitude guitar
Harmonic sack, Dunhil cigar
Like a wizard inside t he smoke
Mesmerizing stuffs as she pokes
Her pokes dancing around
Her magic covers the ground

All of them make me cry
I should become a butterfly

Like a silkworm
I hide inside cocoon
Like a silkworm
This is my doom
Like a silkworm
I hide inside cocoon
Like a silkworm
This is my doom

[Solo: Pooyan]

All of them make me cry
I should become a butterfly

Like a silkworm
I hide inside cocoon
Like a silkworm
This is my doom
Like a silkworm
I hide inside cocoon
Like a silkworm
This is my doom