We are all we can be,
buried deep into the ground eaten by the cold.
The memories flash by like the headlights of a car,
passing our window in the night.

Buried deep into the ground eaten by the cold,
is the liars most useful tool, trust.
Passing our window in the night,
pouring out its ray of sorrow.

Is the liars most useful tool trust,
what separated us into painful, lonely souls?
Pouring out its ray of sorrow?
The world doesn’t stop at 10 O’clock.

Separating us into painful, lonely souls.
The agony will eat us alive.
The world doesn’t stop at 10 O’clock.
Our minds cannot rest.

The agony will eat us alive.
The pain lies in the confidentiality of the breaking ice.
Our minds cannot rest.
We are all we can be.