No one hears, no one complains No one tears, no one strains Rotting moans of complacency The new world amenity Too soft to contend Too brittle to bend A quickening that aches Too fragile to break Chasms of mistakes Floods in the wake ♪ In every passing micro moment, decisions And every misstep, overcrowded prisons Proven in time Your wounds are mine ♪ Self perpetuate Another wound to make Paths of life Trampled in scars Proven in time Your wounds are mine Proven in time Your wounds are mine ♪ Too soft to contend Too brittle to bend Too fragile to break