Towers - For Whatever We Were

This is the sound of
Setting in
The settling of every sin
I pawned off on misfires
From defective cells held within
My pallid skin
The spiders made their homes
In our battered broken bones
We left them long ago
Where we'd bleed out in our sleep
So, contain the loss
And toss the odds
And ends into the fire
We'll call it all
A false fall
For ideas of what will never be
What will never be
This is the letting
Of bloody dust
The lifting of misplaced mistrust
Time was the catalyst
And my conduit to adjust
My selfish disgust
The self I knew grew old
And settled with the cold
It set in long ago
When I laid my body in the deep
So, contain the loss
And toss the odds
And ends into the fire
We'll call it all
A false fall
For ideas of what will never be
What will never be
Well, everything was wrong
Too broke apart to be
Well, everything went wrong
Cause I was gone at sea
But I'm not sorry
No, I'm not sorry
Anymore