i want to mute the scene to turn back the clocks and turn them off  and feel your silence shut them out block my ears  and i wanna hear of some way or down and out  and all else is separation my watches when you heave for the last  in a conscience moment i could live in nice and regret  here in the past my choose makes memories  and more you clearly maybe think that i have something to live for  buried in the dirt someone will dig and pull the fleet for once  and believe and then you pray for me ?? an undefined promise to heed,  fight it in a colored frustration as i enter the vault you breach unsubsided ??