memories are rooms of pain 
they’re filthy voices in my brain [bad word] in my blood like a haunted train 
that once I chose to die than fade away 
and that sound stuck in my head 
of soldiers making noise 
children making silence 
SILENCE 
All the bridges falling down [bad word] your head through 
All the mothers crying out 
Children making silence 
The city is screaming 
I can’t take so much light 
I stare at the ceiling 
Breaking inside 
Performance is over 
You ripped off my heart 
Performance is over 
You ripped off my heart