The concentration drifts in out of me
Conversation slides away
Turn and face the change in apathy
Take a rise to fall
Won`t you save? Don`t you blame me?
I got the feel that I`m gone, turn to dust
Sentence, rape me, segregate me
I got the fear that I`m gone, turn to dust
Slave or sympathy, it atrophies
Save but ancient hearts
Hiding scars and knives in symphonies
Still we rise to fall
Won`t you save? Don`t you blame me?
I got the feel that I`m gone, turn to dust
Sentence, rape me, segregate me
I got the fear that I`m gone, turn to dust
Won`t you save? Don`t you blame me?
I got the feel that I`m gone, turn to dust
Sentence, rape me, segregate me
I got the fear that I`m gone, turn to dust