Head of Stone

I’m dreaming backwards to a fallen time
Just one voice scraping through a dying sky
This rushing view the broken demise
A ritual I know deep inside
Voice of granite the head of stone
A soul searcher roaming alone
Stitching closing mouth a hardened soul
Let your eyes become the head of stone
I’m cracking backwards angels fallen sign
A whisper voice screaming to a dying sky
This rushing life quickens time inside
And bats you over staring into the line
Although my throat is burning
It must collapse from fear inside
And all the edges I polished from your view
To change a mind
I swear I tried
I am Isn’t fiction what we make it As we struggle not to drown
Overloaded empty space
The silence fills the head with sound
Imagine holding halos
Buried deep into the dirty ground
Changing time evolves opinion
Human lesson nature bound
The head of stone
Change