(К восхитительной манге Дневной Звездопад. Единственной сёдзе, что смогла меня зацепить. И кажется к душераздирающим событиям 7го тома...)

She crawls out of the wreckage that they call life
He’s crashed out of the carnage into the knife
Everywhere we hold onto whatever makes strong
When all it ever [bad word] down to is us

Are we parallels or paralysed?
Hard to tell deep inside
Through the tears, in the cries
As it all falls down

Their eyes stare at the future with no bonds tied
Our fears stay in the present when words aid liars
Generations undo everything we go through
All it ever [bad word] down to is us

Are we parallels or paralysed?
Hard to tell deep inside
Through the tears, in the cries
As it all falls down

Are we parallels, paralysed?
Hard to tell deep inside
Through the tears, in the cries
As it all falls down