Mourning over crippled tongues Mourning over our songs Right on my fingers Blood on my Shot all my schemers Light on my Washed up or tiding in Seeing more In a time-lapse You keep smothering Cry, feel the breath of compromise Voices faded inside and I linger all the time All that's faded away Insurgence Is that the sigh of the retreated? (Where is an end?) Is that you? (The whole world,) A step back (Inside a mirror) Washed up and silent stares (You can't leave me) Their faces keep drowning me You can't leave me at the bottom. Emerging black snakes, Where is an end? Cry, feel the breath of compromise Voices faded inside and I linger all the time All that's faded away (I stand up) Insurgence