Control and coldness Sliding scales Twisted reflections Balance is needed But all we offer is extremes One or the other All it does is smother How far we have come Tells how far we have left Independence Turns our hearts insulated Blocking and dodging What matters most By killing hope
Oh, the rain Nurturing and plentiful Necessary for life As it drops down our hands Oh, the rain I wonder if one day Our rain-soaked hands Will be filled with holes As you pierce right through us A cry soon hushed Since the deal was Acid for gold
Teeth like knives Eyes blood red Hands adorned with claws Feet fast to hunt A beast, a monster Self-made moniker Looking in glass reflections Was it always like this...? Am I the victim or just another monster?
Awake and dreaming Dreaming while awake Awake while dreaming But reality keeps me dreaming Of a better place where we have meaning Now all that remains are illusions Justifying ourselves By removing feeling While the successful look down To feel something So cruel and smug To fill years of disharmony
Skyline's colors Constantly changing Blue and grey Orange and red Yet it is still the same But I wonder if when Things fall down The sky is weeping Or just maybe It is sharing something To help somebody