Dense - Whispering Sons

In this scene of disordered senses

In this scene of disordered senses

I try to relive

I’ll take my chances

I hang my head down and I’m shaking

I hang my head down and I’m wasted

I know it’s over

My time is over

It’s a sea of heated bodies

It’s a sea of heated bodies

In which I’m drowning

As it surrounds me

In this scene of dissonant essence

In this scene of dissonant essence

I rediscovered

I rediscovered

My own senselessness

In this scene of disordered senses

In this scene of disordered senses

I try to relive

I’ll take my chances

I hang my head down and I’m shaking

I hang my head down and I’m wasted

I know it’s over

My time is over

And I can’t deny

I can’t take it

I don’t care to see

I can’t take it

I can’t