Texty: Converge. Axe to Fall. Wishing Well.

The collapsing veins are empty
The stars are less bright tonight
The future is moving farther away
From defeated eyes

Your words can't touch me
While your past weighs down your life
Your heart can't love me
While your past
(Still)
Haunts you inside

The past still hunts you
The past still follows you
You [unverified] all I had I gave to you
(We are echoes in the well)