歌词
Being true
Is about as easy as denying you
You and I avoid the signs
never knowing why we choose to stay alive
Thinking of ways to smile without the lie
I'm searching for -
What's left of the faith inside to find a way -
Back to when everybody was happy
I'm reaching into me
To the places I kept trapped in the dark
Clawing at the lock
Trying to find a way to unchain me
What occurs behind closed doors, locked and secure
Define the crude and impure
I'm not alone when I'm alone
many kill the time like you and I
Thinking of ways to smile without the lie
I'm searching for -
What's left of the faith inside to find a way -
Back to when everybody was happy
I'm reaching into me
To the places I kept trapped in the dark
Clawing at the lock
Trying to find a way to unchain me
In our perpetual psychosis we find
faces of all kinds
beneath their grimace they all scream for a savior
to leave their woes behind
In our perpetual psychosis we find
faces of all kinds
beneath their grimace they all scream for a savior
to leave their woes behind
In our maniacal infinity we find
faces of all kinds
beneath their grimace they all scream for a savior
to leave their woes behind