On the border of unknown,
waves crash into shore.
The waters chill grabs my ankles, like a ball and chain.

Somewhere in the infinite,
there's not a single sound.
But right now on this beach there's something singing underground.

The vastness of the ocean,
it's something we can't see.
It stretches far beyond the likes of infinity.

And while I stand here straddling,
the known and the unknown,
I hope you hear the songs I sing for those I used to know.

Time moves so incredibly fast,
hours tick by, days quickly pass,
weeks turn to months,
months turn to years,
years into a lifetime,
a lifetime in seconds.

Infinite grains of sand,
sprinkled on the shore,
each carrying a memory,
of days shared before.

Silent winds shift the sands,
swirl and toss and rearrange,
till memories scatter far away,
but remain the same.

Raging ocean pounds the shore,
tears the memories from their place,
and gently rests them deep at sea,
but they still remain the same.

Infinite grains of sand,
sprinkled across the world,
These memories never fade,
they just come and go unheard.

Crashing through steel beams and concrete,
like a bullet through skin,
layer by layer, into the abyss,
hit the ground like a soft kiss.

Deep in the cracks,
covered in dirt,
blood runs through the Earth,
rushing through its open wounds.

Among the many skeletons,
lies a broken wreckage,
of skin and flesh,
blood and bones.

And through the fading sight,
of the shattered soul,
there's a glimmer of hope,
but it's just a mirage.

Something about anger,
tears apart my soul.
Progressively tightens my chest,
how can people be so cold?

Feel my lungs collapse,
under the weight of the hate.
Takes my heart and chains it down,
and these chains, I can't break.

Something about anger,
how it eats at my soul.
Turns bones into ashes,
turns the heart black as coal.

How I pity the man,
who turns love into hate.
He surrenders to evil,
his soul to take.

Something about anger,
makes me love even more.

I wish I was blind,
so I didn't have to see you anymore.
I wish I was deaf,
so I'd never have to hear your voice.
I wish I couldn't taste,
so this bitterness in my mouth would go away.
I wish couldn't smell,
so nothing could remind of those days,
we spent together,
arm in arm,
hand in hand,
I can't stand,
just the thought,
of you here,
makes me fear...

I wish I couldn't feel,
so this pain would go away.

Stress is a noose around my neck,
a dagger to my heart,
a thief in the dark,
taking a piece of me each time it slithers through.