The norms are torn
Echoes dissolve through the void
twisted, falling, burnt down, breathing
twisted, falling, burnt down, breathing
troubled mind sways between reflection and reverie
and they all are slipping away like the day I left
hair still dripping on
plagued minds and lonely remnants
hair still dripping on
troubled soul and rejected dreams
scattered on the ground
are the (oh) unspoken words
scattered on the ground
are the unspoken words
be my salvation
be my salvation
be my
be my