Undiscovered pleasures
Undivided by the pain
These petty things
That infect us...
Too complicated
Just punching it through
To concentrate on, and exonerate you
Got a blue mind now
Got a head for war
You seemed so divine now
You know the score
We re-create
Too many mirrors built to crack
Too many warehouses made of stone
To all join hands, of skins and hearts
And sing the same song
Some dispute over product
Some dispute over sale
The means to an end
Mean this vanitys stale
You're wearing this faith
Like a bulletproof vest
I can slice through the armour...
We re-create
Dance in my direction
Take the fall
Bask in my reflection
Take it all away
Like lemmings
The tragic and the stained converge
So wan and pale
This carbon copy of...
This silence isn't wrong
No reason to pretend