Futile we take up your time
Dying soul embers burn
Not your concern, have you ever stopped to feel?
Look around behind the broken glass
Underneath interior scars

Freedom their weapon of choice
A single touch to extinguish their voice
Freedom their weapon of choice
A single touch to extinguish their voice

All we do is imitate life
These breathing fears
A capsule of parental guilt and tears
The only way out is to consume this
Fragile crystal dream

Freedom their weapon of choice
A single touch to extinguish their voice
Freedom their weapon of choice
A single touch to extinguish their voice