Aged and abetted by the illusion of something
It transcends the sight my weary eyes can see
Beyond the pale, I will hope for this foxhole
To guard my heart and beg for some kind of mercy

I've forgotten the same lesson again
Please tell me what I need to beg my sin
I am lonely in this painting of dread
Release the colors to see the fate within

Here I go again, falling in love with you
It's true that I never spoke your name before
But it's a star-crossed hope I never told
And frankly it's not one I ever cared for

Blinded by sympathies and tortured symphonies
I cannot bring myself to watch it crash down
Between the synthetic sounds, I will bound and resound
Until I can see you in your purified gown

Distance makes fools of the many and sages of few
Words will drill into my conscious light
To break down at the mercy of this life
To said that I was the one to put up a fight

No, I am the martyr of your dreams
Dressed in sacred cloth and meant to seem
To the masses in your thought, a savior come
But only to awake from this ironic dream.