Defeat and such a bitter end we have come to and yet we shoulder these burdens and walk into a suffered future. We carry on until we collapse. Our weakened souls fell from this earth into a black s***e where god only knows how to find his way out. Oh, but they didn't mean it, after all weren't we made so intricate as to see the other side? Without the constant sound, I always felt alone in my fear. I was afraid of him. Now my eyes are wide open but they're still so delicate to this light. And we have nothing better to do than just sit with our heads tilted back towards the sky as if to touch the heavens with our eyes. Would you rather believe there's no one waiting for us?To be here in this place with no voices calling out our names. I know the fear of god has grown and died inside me, so look back because when we leave we don't return.