memories are rooms of pain they’re filthy voices in my brain run 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 Running 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