Resilient Lyrics - Singles - Inior

A step away from my spine 

sky turns from black to blue, 

Just a while from myself 

a mind plays in perfect tune. 

Slide on one of nine sides: 

The mourn will have a name. 

Call it passing pain and 

my crisis won't be late. 

And yet whose voices are these? 

Emptiness is my choice. 

Coming through those faces 

who's going to make next noise? 

Mood, gestures, needs, will, talk, 

please tell me what can I control? 

Here's me, defying my fall 

Just like I was never born.