Testo Dante

A war below that can't be seen
Fathoms deep, the mortal shell grows tired
Irrational or pre-determined destiny
Serenity, compulsion crossing wires

I hate the silent reminders of nothing but heartache
Who's to decide what is right when your choice was cathartic
I can't forget What I regret
But I accept my punishment
I can't forget
Our disconnect
The things that we love just hurt us in the end

These memories are transient
Could anything have really made a difference?
Could open arms change fractured minds?
Shatter forced perspectives?
Do you still slip through my fingers?

I hate the silent reminders of nothing but heartache
Who's to decide what is right when your choice was cathartic
I can't forget What I regret
But I accept my punishment
I can't forget
Our disconnect
The things that we love just hurt us in the end

I hate the silent reminders of heartache
I hate the silent reminders of heartache

I hate the silent reminders of nothing but heartache
Who's to decide what is right when your choice was cathartic
I can't forget
What I regret
But I accept my punishment
I can't forget
Our disconnect
The things that we love just hurt us in the end

I hate the silent reminders of heartache
I hate the silence