Internal Rupture

The quiet lines are drawn in chalk (mmmmm)

A silent siege, we never talk

Deep under floorboards, empires rise

And the towers we build to fall (ahhhh) No one hears the

crumbling wall

We are crowned in the dust we made

The smoke is cold,

the field is clear

No visible scars to carry here (ooooh)

It burns behind the eyes!

(it burns!)

And the towers we build to fall

No one hears the crumbling wall

We are crowned in the dust we made

We fight alone...