Dante

A war below, that can't be seen

Fathoms deep, the mortal shell grows tired

Irrational or pre-determined destiny

Serenity, compulsion crossing wires

I hate the silent reminders of nothin' but heartache

Who's to decide what is right when your choice was cathartic?

I can't forget

What I regret

But I accept my punishment

I can't forget

Our disconnect

The things that we love just hurt us in the end

These memories are transient

Could anything really have made a difference?

Could open arms change fractured minds?

Shatter forced perspectives

Do you still slip through my fingers? (Fingers, fingers)

I hate the silent reminders of nothin' but heartache

Who's to decide what is right when your choice was cathartic?

I can't forget

What I regret

But I accept my punishment

I can't forget

Our disconnect

The things that we love just hurt us in the end

I hate the silent, reminders of heartache

I hate the silent, reminders of heartache

I'm with you (yeah, yeah)

I hate the silent reminders of nothin' but heartache

Who's to decide what is right when your choice was cathartic?

I can't forget

What I regret

But I accept my punishment

I can't forget

Our disconnect

The things that we love just hurt us in the end

I hate the silent, reminders of heartache

I hate the silence