Dead Poetic - Hostages

Ten frozen memories lost into your pool of interrupted thought.
I could have reminisced for hours.
But right now you are all I get to remember.
I`m waiting for something to get through to you.
I`m waiting to see a truer side of you, and we`re...

Let`s make this quick. I`ll bother you, you`ll tear it away.

Cut broken enemies off, into your pit of non-valuable losses.
Could have stayed and dreamt for days,
But the sight must be far worse than the taste.
And I`m waiting for something to get through to you.
And I`m waiting to burn compassion into you. and we`re..

We don`t even know if we`re to blame for all of this,
We don`t even know if we`re in the clear, the clear.
We don`t even know if we should bank on any of this
And we don`t even know if we`ll go,

So let`s make this quick. I`ll bother you, you`ll tear it away.

This isn`t happening, leave me with myself.