A thousand screams break the empty sky
A crowd roaring to the top of their burning lungs
Insanity tends to bring you down
A faint cry barely noticeable
A shallow breath amongst the storm
Weak not even close
Insanity tends to bring you down
A mouthful of empty words
My eyes are swelling
All thoughts in pieces
I'm here to face a storm
A cold ground growing lonesome stones
The mute land remaining speechless even after the storm
Insanity will tend to bring you down
A crowd roaring to the top of their burning lungs
Insanity tends to bring you down
A faint cry barely noticeable
A shallow breath amongst the storm
Weak not even close
Insanity tends to bring you down
A mouthful of empty words
My eyes are swelling
All thoughts in pieces
I'm here to face a storm
A cold ground growing lonesome stones
The mute land remaining speechless even after the storm
Insanity will tend to bring you down