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 the head of stone isn't iction 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 c