Текст песни Turning To Stone - Wildlife

What do my friends think about me
Are they cursing my name are they wishing me well
If your gunna to crush me go slowly
Twins in a mirror just smashing each other to hell
Freedom
Ooh freedom
Look to the sky
We are lonely
Breakin free from the bottom
And turnin to stone
(?)
There isnt a name for this feeling
Sitting in bedrooms sharpening words like a knife
Everyday thinking of leaving
You, (?)
Through the ceiling
Through the ceiling
Into the sky
We are lonely
Breaking free from our (?)
(?) and sky
For the lonely
Breaking free from our (?)
And turnin to stone