Head of Stone - 16Volt

I’m dreaming backwards to a fallen time

Just one voice scraping through a dying sky

This rushing view the broken demise

A ritual I know deep inside

Voice of granite the head of stone

A soul searcher roaming alone

Stitching closing mouth a hardened soul

Let your eyes become the head of stone

I’m cracking backwards angels fallen sign

A whisper voice screaming to a dying sky

This rushing life quickens time inside

And bats you over staring into the line

Although my throat is burning

It must collapse from fear inside

And all the edges I polished from your view

To change a mind

I swear I tried

I am Isn’t fiction what we make it As we struggle not to drown

Overloaded empty space

The silence fills the head with sound

Imagine holding halos

Buried deep into the dirty ground

Changing time evolves opinion

Human lesson nature bound

The head of stone

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