I'm blown away in the breeze Trying to lean like Whitman's leaves But brittle, broken, wounds all open My words still feel so unspoken I dreamt I slept through my own death and What will it take to save this mess now Keep saying I have nothing left and Can't hear these murmurs in my head now I'm barely hearing this, our tiny lives seem meaningless My lungs are gripped, breathing, clipped How did I come to feel this Help me be the more I was sold Make me see there's something in our souls Find the meaning, see your worth, know it's deserved Fail and falter, we're murmurs in an outburst I dreamt I slept through my own death and What will it take to save this mess now Keep saying I have nothing left and Can't hear these murmurs in my head now I dreamt I slept through my own death and What will it take to save this mess now Keep saying I have nothing left and Can't hear these murmurs in my head now