Lyrics
But inanimate objects lack the reasoning I`m burdened with
Lack compassion and comprehension of the sorrow
Their existence is void of thought of pain of everything that makes me envy them
I want to fade into the background of this life
I want to fade into the background of this life
Become the gray paintings on your walls
Whisk me away unto obscurity
Even surrounded by friendly faces
Dread envelops me
This feels good
This feels fine
Joy is your muse
Misery mine
But inanimate objects lack the reasoning I`m burdened with
Lack compassion and comprehension of the sorrow
Their existence is void of thought of pain of everything that makes me envy them
I want to fade into obscurity
Even surrounded by friendly faces dread envelops me
This feels good
This feels fine
Joy is your muse
Misery mine
While others lift up
My resolve declines
Whisk me away
Unto obscurity
Whisk me away
Unto obscurity
Whisk me away
Unto obscurity
Whisk me away
Unto obscurity
While others lift up
My resolve declines
This feels good
But it's not fine
Joy is your muse
Misery mine