Sounds of a pityful end

We keep on howling through this quiet scene
Our footsteps wither and everything seems to fall apart while we are moving on
In this quiet scene it´s in our hands if the footsteps get a second chance
Don´t throw this moment away
The spirit depends on our intention to cry out
It´s never too late!
This is a riot of words and i´m ready to start an unstable moment
We can search for the sun deep inside our broken hearts
There is a reason for this intensity
The final fact for me to stay
The fear of change
And we are pounding on prosperity that once made us so strong
But time keeps ticking slowly away
So if there´s anything to do
Do it! so if there´s anything to say
This is a riot of words and i´m ready to start an unstable moment
We can shoplift the sun out the stores of broken hearts
This is a call to wake the blind
The chance for escape
A long necessary consequence for that weakness is taking me apart
Bricks need to fall
Break down the wall
Hear the apathy call you by your name
The same mistakes made on a different day
The spirals inside won´t provide a solution
The fire will die when you cut it off the air
We linger
We hesitate as time moves on. far too few have been there for too long and we Keep waiting for that song.
The fire
the fire´s on!
So if there´s anything to do
If there´s anything to say
If there´s any chance to get rid of that sound of a pityful end
My head in the sand. no!
What better place than here?
What better time than now?
We have to focus on it!