: What a sad, sad picture to paint Of a dirty, dirty little soul We are so blind here Let's watch us all fall apart Find it hard to believe in it believe
my exit. This is where they all come to hunt me down, hunt me down Where they go to hunt me down, they hunt me down Weigh out the options Underoath Illuminator
: Deviate my life Deviate it
: Between motionless and this retched state of digression Treading on the line that I drew from my own compliance Let me feel it rain down I cannot wait
: We are nothing they own our lives Just a statue of a stain in time Spinning in circles got left behind We were all warned this would happen But the
: Where am I Someone please turn on the lights I'm not fine I'm not fine How can I find my way from this little cellar they call life Down here I tear
: So follow me to the empty ocean We can watch the city descend behind the skyline On our backs we float away Now forget about the way you used to be
: This time I am falling further away Nothing has changed Nothing has changed like I said it would Faster towards the ground That's where they wait where
: I took this picture in the dark Spinning in lights till we fell apart So turn it away turn it away You don't know what I've seen The youth is hollow
: At the end of it all We will be sold for parts We will try to rebuild But we ate it all away All ambitions now run dry Someone stop this thing, turn
: I'm the desperate And you're the savior There's been something else Talkin' in my ear Someone save me When I Speak It begins to decay I'm not about
: Facing forwards, sinking in thin air Help me to learn to breath again I know I've lost my way So show me There are demons inside my head I always let
: Let's do this for each other Let's do this for truth I give for you, you give for me Let me take you somewhere I can't explain I'm stumbling right
: [I'm needing a better resistance.] Shading either side. I really wish I could, reset rewind. Someone has clawed out my eyes. Can?t identify. I really
: I'm no leader I'm just a mess It's not the way it's supposed to be It's just the way that it is I'm afraid we are all victims here And the one whose
: It's too late, it's too late now, To pry away, to pry away. The candle burns on both ends, So where does it leave us? Standing emptier than we ever
: Good God, if your song leaves our lips If your work leaves our hands Then we will be wonders and vagabonds They will stare and say how empty we are
: Wake up! Wake up! My God! This is not a test! And it's not too late to come clean Get it off your chest So steady your hand before your face and concentrate
