Stepping over broken glass

Stretched into a nerve

Falling into the grinder

Twenty-two and I can't take any of it back

The more I learn, the less I know

Between the lines, it's draining, I can't take it

The more I learn, the less I know

What I wouldn't give to be alive again

One hundred seasons, a memory

Unless it's now that I'm asleep

Now there's no such thing as innocence

Bathe in ultraviolet

Come and see

Dissolution

We will be

Wilting