Head Of Stone

i'm dreaming backwards to a fallen time
 just one voice scraping through a dying sky
 this rushing view the broken demise a ritual i know
 deep inside voice of granite the head of stone
 a soul searcher roaming alone stitching closing mouth
 a hardened soul let your eyes become the head of stone
 i'm cracking backwards angels fallen sign
 a whisper voice screaming to a dying sky
 this rushing life quickens time inside and bats you over
 staring into the line although my throat is burning
 it must collapse from fear inside and all
 the edges i polished from your view to change a mind
 i swear i tried i am the head of stone
 isn't iction what we make it as we struggle not to drown
 overloaded empty space the silence fills the head with sound
 imagine holding halos buried deep into the dirty ground
 changing time evolves
 opinion human lesson nature bound change.