Your blood, what matter is it made of? Do you feel it travel in and out your heart? Needles, stitching up the big holes You prepared for battle, as you fell apart
Are you dust? You are dust Dust
Your voice drowning in the white noise Do you hear the echo begging you to let go? (Let go, let go, let go) This earth, whoever was it made for? Just wait until tomorrow, it might not be as cold (Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold)