Turn back a favor
One of those things we lack
Our lord and savior take me back

The busies a-crying
Getting all left behind
They'll sleep when they die

Everything is frail tell me why, tell me why
Let those who feel get to speak
There are too many voices engraving my mind
And it feels like I'm the last of my kind

Dismounting the comfort
Spanning legs for hope
In difficult times it's hard to cope

The air is getting thicker 

Hatred is triggered

And it seems that we're all alone

Everything is frail tell me why, tell me why
Let those who feel get to speak
There are too many voices engraving my mind
And it feels like I'm the last of my kind

Everything is frail tell me why, tell me why
Let those who feel get to speak
There are too many voices engraving my mind
And it feels like I'm the last of my kind