| It leads to this |
| An antithesis of my false projection |
| And loneliness, a consequence |
| Of rejected affection |
| Nailed shut, my doors, I couldn’t find you after the comedown |
| Once more ignored, I couldn’t see you through the meltdown |
| I can’t come to grips, I can’t handle this |
| Memories pushed down |
| I am deafened by the sound |
| Searching for silence, won’t you let me be |
| Lost in the violence, watch me sink away |
| And no matter where I go |
| You’ll be on my shoulder |
| Like a ghost, only ever growing colder |
| Ignored my voice |
| There’s nothing left for me to say |
| Destroyed my choice |
| Suffocate in the dismay |
| Drown sorrow with regret |
| Can’t forget, so I lament |
| Terrified of what we’ll find |
| If I ever let you see inside my mind |
| Searching for silence, won’t you let me be |
| Lost in the violence, watch me sink away |
| Resonating, disintegrating |
| Abdicating, all colors fading |
| You still linger |
| And I can’t come back from this |
| You still linger |
| Can I come back from this? |
| From a place where |
| You still linger |
| Searching for silence, watch me sink away |
| Searching for silence, won’t you let me be |
| Lost in the violence, watch me sink away |
| You’ll always be my ghost, making me grow cold |