This Wreckage

And what if God's dead

We must have done something wrong

This dark facade ends

We're independent from someone

This wreckage I call me

Would like to frame your voice

This wreckage I call me

Would like to meet you, meet you

Soon

We write suggestions

Suggesting fading to silence

And that must please you

My mirrors tarnished with 'no help'

This wreckage I call me

Would like to frame your voice

This wreckage I call me

Would like to meet you meet you

Soon

Turn out these eyes

Wipe off my face

Erase me

Replay 'The end'

It's all just show

Erase you

I need to I need to I need to