Aeon Spoke - For Good lyrics

A hot and humid Sunday Faces, faces everywhere Then a face, I remember my face years ago Such fear Many psychic scars In just his short few years In the noise of his silence he ran away from the violence To heal But this is my day And I can dream above the buried cry Cause I've got something better And it might just be my own For Good But this is my day And I can see the wreckage in my head But it's not the same Cause I transform the pain For Good I transform the pain For Good I transform the pain For Good