Dense
Whispering Sons
In this scene of disordered senses
In this scene of disordered senses
I try to relive
I'll take my chances
I hang my head down and I’m shaking
I hang my head down and I'm wasted
I know it's over
My time is over
It’s a sea of heated bodies
It's a sea of heated bodies
In which I'm drowning
As it surrounds me
In this scene of dissonant essence
In this scene of dissonant essence
I rediscovered
I rediscovered
My own senselessness
In this scene of disordered senses
In this scene of disordered senses
I try to relive
I'll take my chances
I hang my head down and I'm shaking
I hang my head down and I'm wasted
I know it's over
My time is over
And I can't deny
I can’t take it
I don’t care to see
I can't take it
I can’t