Writing On the Walls

The scenery decays through vacant eyes

Fading all I see to black and white

No color to describe, no voice to replay

My emotions slowly die, no lows or highs, I'm flatlined

The writing on the walls

May be foreign to us all

'Cause the casualties of war

Haven't changed us much at all

Reality replays through strain and strife (Strain and strife)

Causing crashing waves to change the tides (To change the tides)

Wash away the lines, erase the space and time

New emotions, show a sign, hold to life down a flatline

The writing on the walls

May be foreign to us all

'Cause the casualties of war

Haven't changed us much at all

I won't let you bury me, you're not ready to bear the weight

I won't let you bury me, you're not ready to bear the weight

I won't let you bury me, you're not ready to bear the weight

I won't let you bury me, you're not ready to bear the weight

I won't let you bury me, you're not ready to bear the weight

The writing on the walls

May be foreign to us all

'Cause the casualties of war

Haven't changed us much at all