Letras
So here again I find myself
Amongst betwixt the veil
Questioning the gatekeeper
While he smiles and says, "All is well."
I guess it could have been clearer
Had the wounds been just a little deeper
But confessions don't add up to much
When your secrets become your keeper
Finding colors, in the colorless
Finding colors, in the colorless
Finding colors, in the colorless
Finding colors, in the colorless
Patterns emerge
(The flames grow)
Patterns emerge around me
(Higher)
Patters emerge
(The flames grow)
Patterns now surround me
(Higher)
Cold
(What is?)
Cold
(What is?)
Cold
(What is, innocence?)
And getting deeper
Cold
(What is?)
Cold
(What is?)
Cold
(What is, innocence?)
I'm sinking deeper
Life finds a way
Life finds a way
Life finds a way
Life finds a way
Life finds a way
Life
Despite the damage we adore
In our prismatic focus, focus
The inability to construct what once was
Our self fulfilling psychosis
Despite the damage that we've done
We've done
We can't keep focused
Our inability to construct what once was
Hypocritical and hopeless
Light
Ill intent, self inflicted indifference
Colors chosen from the start
Ill intent, isolated, absolution
Patterns picked and torn apart
Cold
(What is?)
Cold
(What is?)
Cold
(What is, innocence?)
And getting deeper
Cold
(What is?)
Cold
(What is?)
Cold
(What is, innocence?)
I'm sinking deeper
Life finds a way
Life finds a way
Life finds a way
Life finds a way
Life finds a way
Life finds a way
Life finds a way
Life finds a way
Life finds a way
Light finds a way
Life finds a way
Life finds a way
Light
Light
Light
Despite the damage we adore
In our prismatic hocus-pocus
The inability to construct what once was
Our self fulfilling psychosis
Despite the damage that we've done
We've done
We can't keep focused
Our inability to construct what once was
Hypocritical and hopeless
Light
So here again I find myself
Amongst betwixt the veil
Questioning the gatekeeper
While he smiles and says, "All is well."
Despite the damage we adore
In our prismatic hocus-pocus
The inability to construct what once was
Our self fulfilling psychosis
Despite the damage that we've done
We've done
We can't keep focused
Our inability to construct what once was
Hypocritical and hopeless
Hypocritical and hopeless
Hopeless, hopeless, hopeless
Life, Life, Life, Life, Light