The concentration drifts in out of me

Conversation slides away

Turn and face the change in apathy

Take a rise to fall

Won't you save? 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'm gone, turn to dust

Slave or sympathy, it atrophies

Save but ancient hearts

Hiding scars and knives in symphonies

Still we rise to fall

Won't you save? 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'm gone, turn to dust

Won't you save? 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'm gone, turn to dust