Eyes glazed over, Another daylight dream cutting kisses from invisible lips. A ghost coexistent to the touch of fingertips. I have lost the my faith in
cold clasps, the memory filters into something lucid, a salty drop on my brow, a once brilliant residue now over rich, segments collide, is this the place
intentions are my lone remnants of yesterdays. If I wore a mask I could fool the world and mold with the masses. For now I choose to shun this world and
and silence is the sound Throw this all away, remove these words past recognition We purge belief from empty promises, throw this all away Burn down
my mind on the thought of something not of this world, searching for a place where dreams never die. A place not of this world. Searching for something
Now nothing is gonna be the same From this day forward Now nothing is gonna be the same From this day forward Adrift among its existence It starts to
Scribble the sweetness concealed by your lips. Sending this promise that's clenched by your fist. Echoes falling short the distance. All these efforts
down and wonder why. We are to walk these jagged lines. Look down look down and wonder why. We are to walk these jagged lines. This is a choice don't
Just let me ask this question. You'll have some time to answer. Do you know where you're going? Do you know how to get there?
on to this nameless face. Call on to this nameless face. Cold string of lifeless limbs. Floating under violent tides. But this heart beats strong. Call on to this
Hide behind politics hide behind policy. This is the modern age so we got you on radar. Hide behind fences put up our best defenses. This is the modern
Underground of the underground. Outcasts of an outcast tribe. Let's take it further. Underground of the underground. Outcasts of an outcast tribe
know it feels so empty. Begin again as if you never began. Begin begin again. Recall what could be said. Recall what could be and as the lights go out just let this
It's a violation against our will. Ten men in business suits forging this masquerade. Words are dead. This is intangible. Coming through in digital. The
to never fall this far. Clouds shifting shape. Blue prints go up in flames. The world it melts away. So still in search. So still I try to find this
In time we all twist down the spiral. We are the tasters that bring light to this world. In time we all twist down, untie, loosen the knot you knew has
and silence is the sound, throw this all away, remove these words past recognition, we purge belief from empty promises, throw this all away, burn down