from across the room,
yea, across the room,
they say...
They talk of stories through and through...
Yet never get revealed.
The eye's fixated, turning blue,
a cold reflection sustains the mood,
To try our hardest through and through...
It never gets revealed.
Enclosing violently,
Though not triumphantly,
Nothing is left to see, cuz
I CAN'T FIND THIS!
Surprise it's all a rouse,
It's all confused,
Gets misconstrued,
some way....
These fuckin stories, tried and true...
You've got'em all concealed.
Alive, elated, thanks to you,
Betrayed the same, I sing the tune,
And talk of stories I've lived through...
The truths I will reveal.
Enclosing violently,
Though not triumphantly,
Nothing is left to see, cuz
I CAN'T FIND THIS!!
Falling so steadily,
Encrypted memory,
Nothing is left to dream, when
MY MIND GETS LIKE THIS!
(break)
(Verse 1)
(Outro)