Her conscious calls, the guilty to come home.
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me.
Her conscious calls, the guilty to come home.
The moments died, I hear no screaming.
The visions left inside me are slowly fading.
Would she hear me, if I called her name?
Would she hold me, if she knew my shame?
This battered room I've seen before.
The broken bones they heal no more, no more.
With my last breath I'm choking.
Will this ever end I'm hoping.
My world is over one more time.
