The Most Feared Thing

When the walls come crashing,nothing stands
Time heals nothing
Redemption by seeing nothing
The most beautiful thing is to not try or care
All have become some sort of clone
For this,letting others decide,the easiest way
Bled dry
Bled dry
No substance
If I wanted to become this I would have copied you
An elevated thought that we are somehow bitter,but we all fall
The minute falls and you are left to look in
This broken spirit (2x)
(Until then)Some day we will be ill (My heart grows weary)
with the path we have chosen