The blind are gathering the playful breeze is faltering the
folds of the world are opening shattered glass lying
discarded on the floor spinning round in this vicious cycle
of angst this is your agony your love the echoing of
footsteps down a deserted hallway a stoic reminder of all
that's gone wrong with an aura of silence surrounded in
abandoned on the cold ground faith in humanity lost in
troubled dreams our daily routine of giving up