Non Monumental Letra

Wince at thoughts of these half cocked expressions, as these are the sums of our years of warily waking. Tried and true is the waste in investments. Our eyes need to feed but our head see's a difference. Turning aside the surface is pensive. All these Fillers and fray are consuming. As far removed as we are there's still distance. Trying to reach or call out is endless. We're ruined from this as we are