{ someone turn the volume down }
A somber tone...

He's gone.
Twenty-five to life...

From past events,
to the present day...

From grace i fall,
to the fire of the devil...

Some
translate...

I look out of my window...
with anemic eyes everything below and above me...

Warm to the
throat, I...

To you, maybe
it means...

The morning after the night before.
Eyes like pools of blue...

Today has been
long, and...

A blockage you say,
Try another...

A war rages inside as conflict builds...
the desired truth that I seek, burns deep within...