to cross the line again Because deep down inside there's something that waits to be Broken inside Feeling alive Forced to defy Who casts me aside I'm waiting to be Broken
Float on to the painted sky where we shall be unified as I slip inside Where butterflies... never die Multiply humanity, harmonize insanity, sharing
Woke today, another memory passes of you Shades of gray from those three broken words That unfold the truth but... I'll never forget those eyes, that
At sunrise, open your eyes take a good look outside and wonder, "Is this right?" Because deep down inside there's something that's left To discover Is
Illiteracy for those who don't see The gates that untie avid arrogance Your ground felt so firm I short handed myself Never again will I give in Right
This is the moment I've been waiting for Obscure, distorted and left to explore. In a world of tragedy, In search for release so I may leave. My whole
Here I stand tranquilized in this little white room of mine Here I go on my own in that redifined world inside So, why do you take this, conquer and
A new taste shall commence when you transpose Intending to... begin Giving In To those who've passed before and died upholding A faith For more Inside
Picture perfect mutilation; Bright to black with no hesitation. All the right shades on the wrong page, Make up this colorful mind of mine. Soothing
Some have to see to believe it Others are blind and can feel it The flame burns as thick as the wick It's getting colder in here, It's colder in... Here
People were people So their nightmares came through No our world is full of the nightmares left from you Your screams were loud Now you're sound Asleep
Strike with the strongest hand Search from the sharpest eye Pull from the greater Side of your mind Tear down the wall that's stuck In between soul and
to your grave, i spoke holding a red, red rose gust of freezing cold air whispers to me, that you are gone always, always asking questions my life
want to miss you tonight And I don't want the world to see me Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want
: to your grave, i spoke holding a red, red rose gust of freezing cold air whispers to me, that you are gone always, always asking questions my
: A new taste shall commence when you transpose Intending to... begin Giving In To those who've passed before and died upholding A faith For more Inside
