Living Backward

Aftershock

Compositor: Aftershock

Torn from inside as my eyes absorb the false state of my life...
passes by transcended through a tearful eye.
Now my eyes...now my eyes...burn with the acid truth of a suicide.
Hear my laughter cry. I ask you why. I ask why.
Floati ng through this lake of tears, will I not drown? Clicking steel,
abrasive skin, it all surrounds.
Floating through this lake of tears, will I not drown?
Calloused soul, calloused flesh it all surrounds.