The concentration drifts In and out of me Conversation slides away Turn and face the change in apathy Take a rise to fall Won't you save me 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 am gone - Turn to dust Slave or sympathy it atrophies Save but ancient hearts Hiding scars and knives in symphonies Still we rise to fall