Verse
Listen to what I say
Cause most of them are the facts i'm hiding
The truth you're throwing at my face
Making music out of the pain
Can you hear all the strings that sound?
The cymbals and heads, they fight all day
I guess we're all the same
Making something out of the pain
Chorus
We both collide
While I breathe
You're not moving
We both collide
While I stay
You are going
Oh, where is our place?
Will the world turn down our face?
Oh, the collision
The big bang of grace
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