Music: Michael Tyahur/james slattery/jake moyer/Jim Conlon
Disintegrating towers fall
Lapsing symbols of strength
Foundations fragmented
Eyes averted, minds avoidant
Why cling to the wreckage when one can stoke the flame
Consider this a Rite Of Cleansing
Consider this the first brick in a new path
Scorch the ****ing ground below
To the roots that constrict us
Forced upon narrowed airways
I am boundless
I am boundless