rise, rise, rise.

Hidden failures, no one to save us
(Fractured moments — the gaps are growing)
The dying decades; the first refusal–

Total withdrawal, silence for all
(The last generation by polarisation)
Solitary youth, this laziness finds its truth:

I will be your weakness, I will help you make sense
I will be your battle ground; can I tie your blindfold?

Survive while you hold my fingers tight — sing a soundtrack to withdrawal tonight