I'm sick to the bones of everything that's growing old
With every tide that turns every good in the world is out of control
Throw it away, shake off the weight
Forget what it takes to grow out of your innocence
White caskets in the ground
There should be castles in the sky
The shell is walking around, but hollow from the inside
White caskets in the ground
There should be castles in the sky
The shell is walking around, but hollow from the inside
And we don't know that we carry their souls in our hands slowly dripping through the breaches like water in the sand
They will get rid of their innocence