To the voice that alarms my people,
No wonder she bled recalling it,
There is a lust more like an envy roaring for love,
The feeling of coldness only drowned cowards feel
Is sharp and acute when she is not around
I wonder if there are Faults in Our Stars or just ill luck

It's easy to sleep in the modern world
Sky's dripping gasoline
The airbag taking control, tantrum
The machine with no emotions, is our best friend
The first light shining unequally
Hoax, it's a hoax. The emotions.
It's easy to sleep in the modern world

Mind is drowning out from the noise outside
Wondering the social battery on some
Wondering the concrete
Mind's lost to a few lines of code
Wonder what can one do if you're full
Of noise, powerless and safe

Are we reflections or relics?
Do you own your ideas, or are they but a symptom of your heroes
Could you get atleast activation energy
To get some rest, or think?
Without voices in your head
Heard endless
Boundless

I can't live underneath broken shards of hope
What if it rains and all I have to shield
Myself,
Is my broken morality

I want to study chaos when I grow up
Maybe then I'll be better
(Upholding my heart bleeding amber)

I was Orpheus and alive
But all I saw when I turned around is
Myself