The Mutes Have Begun To Speak

There is corrosion on spotted floors
It's gone but I can see it
On the shores of knotted roads
I am buried in the ancient grains

Carry me, lead me to the stone
Unburdened in empty thrones

We are alone
We are alone
Help break circles
Around the rust
I am undone

I can't feel anymore
Everything is gone
Everything is gone
No glory, no pride

Collect my bones, lay them flat
I am your skeleton, I am unwrapped

Self-awareness in being lost
Careless abuse of my own mind
Can you hear me?

Everything is gone
Everything is gone
No glory, no pride
No glory, no pride