The concentration drifts 

In and out of me 

Conversation slides away 

Turn and face the change in apathy 

Take a rise to fall 



Won't you save me 

Don't you blame me 

I got the feel that I'm gone - turn to dust 



Sentence 

Rape me 

Segregate me 

I got the fear that I am gone - turn to dust 



Slave or sympathy it atrophies 

Save but ancient hearts 

Hiding scars and knives in symphonies 

Still we rise to fall