Tocsin - Dust
текст песни

How does the fact that we will die, affect the way we live? Letting ourselves
Become lost in the light, and found in certain types of darkness. With angst
Embedded in shattered shells, hanging by a rope, or simply dwelling in our veins,
You seem to lose all amended ways, and in the end, only flesh remains. Our
Mortality puts the question of whether we should put an end to our lives. More so,
The ability of death, the fact that we can control how long we live. Does this validate
cny circumstance of whether ending our life makes sense? cnd where does this
Truth lie?

Resting hands over lament shed scars (I wither)
Screaming through the pillows' thread (Your comfort)
Laying down in regret for all that they have done

But what have they done, do they even know
Breathing the same air, but seeing different skies,
Different days,
Different nights...
They smile, but inside
They're still breaking