the city in a red haze
a brutal masterpiece
the sun in which I bathe
feigning harmony

I awoke from sleep with no memories
I arose to the summit of my being

the horizon brightened
by a glowing crowd
over their land hangs silence
like a smouldering shroud

I awoke from sleep with no memories
I arose to the summit of my being
I awoke with no memories
asleep for so many years it seems

I feel more golden, more grand, than I’ve ever felt before
standing here at the edge of my world, I see it simmering at my feet
it's such an unfamiliar scene gaping in front of me
it's such an unfamiliar scene gazing right back at me

there's never been an inch in which I was myself
there's never been a level of self-confidence
always be someone else instead of yourself
so I have been several others

and I feel more golden, more grand, than I’ve ever felt before
my arms stretched out in an attempt grasp this fleeting moment
I've bent over backwards to get where I always wanted to be
I've bent over backwards and lost track of where I'd been

there's never been an inch in which I was myself
there's never been a level of self-confidence
always be someone else instead of yourself
so I have been several others

there's never been an inch in which I was myself
there's never been a level of self-confidence
always be someone else instead of yourself
so I have been several others