|Lyrics:||when the walls come crashing, nothing stands. time heals nothing. redemption by seeing nothing. the|
most beautiful thing is to not try or care. all have become some sort of clone. for this, letting
others decide, the easiest way. bled dry. bled dry, no substance. if i wanted to become this i would
have copied you. an elevated thought that we are somehow better, but we all fall. the minute falls
and you are left to look in. this broken spirit (2x). (until then) some day we will be ill (my heart
grows weary) with the path we have chosen.