No more glass
Through which we view
Normal life
Behind the veil
No more want
To push on through
To see the light
That doesn't fail
In normal words
No reason to climb
Beyond these clouds
To kiss the sky
In other words
We're out of time
Sick of caring
Still too afraid to die
The storm has stilled
But not the screams
Searching for solace
In the noise that we create
The storm has passed
Torn up our dreams
We are the debris
Of things we used to hate
