Beneath Your Feet

[Verse 1]
Tell me what am I supposed to be?
But what's to be told if there's no one listening?
Getting by on a false sense of security?
There is endless war searching for validity
Tell me how am I supposed to be?
Wilted petals collect beneath your feet
Remains without recognition
To be realized as pieces of me

[Breakdown]
Burn it all down (burn it)
Take my hand (throw it all down)
Burn it all down (burn it)
Take my hand (throw it all down)