Welcome to the world
of the broken family
of cold shoulders and shattered sanity
where the broadest backs bear burdens
which were never yours or mine
We patch the cracks
but miss the rifts
as they grow wider over time

Soon, they say, it will be too late
for last ditch efforts and secret strength

Soon, all the bridges we can make
will never span what we've managed to seperate

Every man's an island
but our oceans all are dry
drained, drop-by-drop
through all our salty eyes