Infant Island Broken Pieces
[Verse 1]
Stretched through a tunnel unfound
Perturbed masses shifting through sound
They are the ones none talked about
To be left with the feeling of unloved homes
Swallowing loneliness
Trying to cope with a failed lense
Building it all
[Verse 2]
That day I needed it
Needed something
Needed you
A lie held in crevices
Crevices containing
Stretching arms outward
