Pick up all the pieces, trailing behind the ashes that blow into your face.
I see sneering, and I hear screaming, days that always last late into the evening.

Fate does change, everything moves out of place.
Sifting through the remains, I remove the pieces of you.

Found there lying on a dead trail, moving like your heart failed and never told your brain.
I am listening to all your voices, I hear them crying, please don't forget my name.

Fate does change, everyday is exactly the same.
Sifting through the remains, I remove the pieces of you, I remove the pieces of you