Disconnected

Days of splitting. Days of quitting. Days of hitting the ground.
Days of waking. Days of shaking. Days of breaking down.

Days of yearning. Days of learning. Days of turning around.
Days of racing. Days of tracing. Days of facing the cold.

Days of healing. Days of stealing. Days of dealing blows.
Days of fending. Days of mending. Days of ending the show.

We can strain to escape.
But there’s no way back from here today.
And the pain is going to stay.
We are disconnected. All rejected. Stained.

Text:
David Zintl
Musik:
David Zintl, Alexander Rudolph