Eliza’s smile so brutal and clean
Walking the fire road, she had once never seen 
Watch the parade write her story
How she transcends in all her glory

Eliza smile, it's fading away
Stuffed with dried voices
Words covered in dust

And when the evening falls
Sprung from shame and pride
She don't recognise
When the innocence dies

Staring out her minds window
Mirrored by a wall of reason
Fearful for a change of season
Because God forbid, 
Don't ask the wrong questions

Eliza’s smile, it's fading away
Stuffed with dried voices
Words wilted and rust

To be blissfully numb,
To never let go of control

To be blissfully numb,
And in control of,
Nothing at large. 
Nothing at large