broken by light

emotion sickness afterglow, a darkness reigns over all, but it's the white noise harmony, that i find so troubling, and the echo of that whisper, said how much better it used to be, as a petal fell from the rose, withering as a long forgotten dream, phantom broadcast from the past, predicts the end of all good things, but it's the white noise harmony, that i find so troubling, and the echo of that whisper, said how much better it used to be, as a petal fell from the rose, withering as a long forgotten dream, broken by light