Broken, we are nothing near what we were before
just some shadows on a wall filled with cracks and holes 
a faded photograph of something we cannot ignore 
but i will take these hands and make them build 
another castle for our hearts another suitcase for our sins 
tonight i am listening to songs of the broken
why aren’t you here? 
 [bad word] towards the light 
stick around and see the final fight 
raise your hands towards the sky and scream 
let it out and make a scene 

we have lost everything that you and i once had 
how did something that was so good turn out so bad?
 tonight i am listening to the voice of the voiceless 
but where are you? 
 [bad word] towards the light 
stick around and see the final fight 
raise your hands towards the sky and scream 
let it out and make a scene