green turns to rednI fight against itnthey choke my necknthese times are hard to breathenblindfold myself just not to seennthe harvest of my seednenfold my mindnso I don’t feelnthe sherds under my feetnnset my aims to highncouldn’t touch the skynfell my way back in these timesnwe were unlikennshattering insightnnever see the lightnfell my way back in these timesnwe were unlikenntied to my waysnentirely brokennthe end of a daynso tired but wokennnI rest my head but avoid the sleepnfor another heartbeatnI stay awake just to seenif my heart beats