we are dead. we are the dying elephants in the room. carving words on our tomb, as the fear grows inside of you. shatter the silence, cause yeah we're young and we're violent. and i know, every single time i'm waiting for disaster, life is moving faster now. we are dead. we are the ones with nothing else left to lose. shattered, broken, and bruised. as the fear grows inside of you. how could this be so simple, and what have you done? i'm tasting your blood on the tip of my tongue, watching your breath as it fades away into me. do you remember the first time you saw it? the sinking feeling you felt in your stomach? we are dead.