• A way with words cannot describe
    the epithany of that day to me
    the way we all broke down
    the way we all break out
    god forbid and god in heaven
    always agree with the power of the mighty forgiven

    that day to me
    was the end of the world to me

    scattered thoughts and scattered dreams,
    returning nightly day by day
    we all try to forget but the voices tear and whisper in ours beds and in our heads

    klyrics of the fallen whisper into our heads
    they scream for help

    but we cannot listen

    i am lost now
    in a world for once alone
    i need a savior
    we all know no one will come
    shaking with broken bones

    i lie here
    the last night

    the waiting
    the begging
    the tearing
    he hear not the scream but only an echo