The burning sons

In the mirror stands the boy that makes no sound Heard a thousand words as tear drops hit the ground Let him go, his not your saviour Let him go, his not your saviour See your father lay the bodies to...

Stuck in my thoughts again. Wound up so thight again. Where'd it go so wrong again? Where'd it go so wrong? Days seem much longer now. Razors feel sharper now. Hour glass is running, running down....