We've every stone now pushed aside, but still we're 
crushing flowers at our feet; and cutting edges out of 
time with every memory that we keep. While sinking and 
cutting through the ice beneath our feet, they're 
lighting fires in the night, keeping truth safely out of 
sight. Cover my eyes and peal away these fingers that 
keep me anchored here. This still-born hope still means 
everything to me. Listen further and you'll hear the 
gripping pause. Your silence won't speak for you, so 
eliminate the cause. Let's see our history outside the 
lights of false validity; don't waste your last breath 
choking on your apathy.