Salt

We didn’t stop to recognize
The thundering fog
Going down with all the lies
Anonymous
Cubes of marble waiting to be
Shaped into grace
Hiding what you’ll never see
Victorious
Victorious
Forgive my tears
When they turn to salt
After facing your fears
It’s time to revolt
Symptoms of vanity
Referring pain
Seeming to come from inside
Based on the bad side
I only see
The things you are trying to hide
Forgive my tears
When they turn to salt