The heat, the beat,
Of the sound underground...

What is this?
Connection...

A piece, A piece, I see you fall,
From my heart of shattered walls...

Oh little Flower,
How you smell of precious youth...

A pool of chaos,
I can’t survive...

Torn from fingers clinging tight,
The perfect words for this night...

Teach me all that I can know,
Who you are and how you grow...