Of Matter - Retrospect (Intrumental)

Burning bridges, as I cower beneath. Trying to salvage the debris. My devotion tied around your waist lest you fall
No one seems to sense the strain. No one seems to know
I don't begin to proclaim that I know. I can't continue down this road
Dwelling on what has come to pass. No force alive will bring it back, I would know.
I can feel the pressure getting steeper with every life lost. You hope that I won't see the light of day in time to come.
With no conviction founded just judgment contorted based on lust give me strength.
Your assumption brings to a conclusion of no consequence. And I refuse to play into your hands for your appeal. Inadequate, inadequate
I know, I know, I know, I know. I've hoped, I've hoped you'll see me.