When the walls come down,
there's that eerie sound,
can't you hear it far away,
pulsating through the airwaves.

Inside broken hearts,
there's a missing part,
no words can fill,
a void as empty as these.

It's a chilling scene,
to see a shattered dream,
lying on the floor,
naked and alone.

There's no mystery,
in the lies we believe,
but we hear them through,
and we let them grow.

And in the end,
we're back here again,
with the walls falling down,
and the missing part.