Futile we take up your time Dying soul embers burn Not your concern, have you ever stopped to feel? Look around behind the broken glass Underneath interior scars
Freedom their weapon of choice A single touch to extinguish their voice Freedom their weapon of choice A single touch to extinguish their voice
All we do is imitate life These breathing fears A capsule of parental guilt and tears The only way out is to consume this Fragile crystal dream
Freedom their weapon of choice A single touch to extinguish their voice Freedom their weapon of choice A single touch to extinguish their voice
