Freedom was everything I lived for
Like I was an easy rider in silver rivers
Frozen to a pulse, I\'ve heard everything you\'ve said
And I remember it well, crying for those times we\'ve forgotten
I hear little girls, echoing winds
Poets forgotten in rose gardens, we\'re dying
Drinking until we\'re numb and we live, we can\'t control our urges
We succumb to broken glass, broken mirrors, and we know
Life used to be so layered and textured and dimensional
Now it\'s a hollow abyss.