Wreckage

This is unstable at the same time I think is controlled
But I know that all this can burst overflow
A long step to what can be changed, a distance that only grows
A short step to what can be broken and touch the soul

I turn the wreck of the past and try to find some sign
That explains what my eyes witness now
There is no way to stop this destruction tried by interest
Trampling efforts, standing out

Trying to survive with wreckage
Trying to survive with

Eyes on the floor in search of feeling distracted
But I focus on the blood that was washed from my hands
I walk on the pieces left over, observing the solution
Turn into a perspective without end

But what's the sense of feeling the weight of these stones?
What's the sense of you letting them continue to break your bones?

Trying to survive with wreckage
Trying to survive with wreckage

I turn the wreck of the past and try to find some sign
That explains what my eyes witness now
There is no way to stop this destruction tried by interest
Trampling efforts, standing out

Trying to survive with wreckage
Trying to survive with wreckage