Words of the past are dissolved
In a rain of anguish and fire

What was lost no longer matters
It was left behind with a few pieces of you

They took everything from you

But no more
Shall they take the distorted peace from you
Of the anguish and of the silence

To pass this limit has a cost
But will it be worth it? Yes
No more to lose
Running free, tied to these damned chains
Throwing up bit by bit
Slowly wasting away