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Oh can you hear it now? The lonely static sound.
An open wound that I cannot cauterize.
It’s taken everything,
Except the strength within.
For now I bleed, one too many times.
I was so blind I could not see,
All of the things it did to me.
I was so blind I could not see,
I want to be free.
Oh, I want to be free.
I’m staring at the broken ground,
A sign it’s gone from me.
And all that’s left is the sound,
My heartbreak symphony.
Within a lonely place I stand,
Nothing to stop my fears and thoughts.
So, here is my exclamation,
Of all my past mistakes and
What I’ve become, to burn down to the ground.
Oh will we ever see,
The end of misery.
A wicked world, brought to its knees.
The end of dystrophy.
For now I resonate,
Within a solid state.
It beckons me from a place so far away.
It has been overcome,
To see what has been done.
Look at me now; upon a brand new day!
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