The ugly side of beauty Is the dark side of light Blowing hot and cold Feeling young and old The soft ground in the sky Is the truth of the lie Without magic in the wand Or footprints in the sand Flowers never grow until we water Even winter could feel hotter Past could be the future you want And the future a past to haunt There are days we look to the blind For guidance in finding those left behind In joy we grieve, in death we live We remember to forget when we can't forget to remember How we were stabbed in the back Somebody placed bullets in chamber And we heard the click bid us hard luck We saw dark days and nights day bright Matured to realize we were wrong to believe we were right Times when we were forced to see straight in a bend To have hope there's a Genesis in the end We hopelessly hanged on to shreds and feeble threads Lacking the luxury of a cut camouflaging in dreads Stuck together as we fell apart Holding "us" close and warm at heart Whilst we searched this world for a paradise For all was perception of pictures from our eyes And the world was a Hell A Mute's story to tell