Feels like we really
Shouldn't be here
Deceptions
Have been glorified
With colors fleeting
In this nightmare
It's grey on every other side
This sudden shifting
Goes unspoken
Commotion from the
Hallowed ground
A scheme has carried
Into motion
It's drifting in
Without a sound
Satin blue
Keeps seeping through
Something's chasing after you
Didn't have to press on
Tell them
Now that they're gone
You wanted to be somebody
Ain't much a sight to see
So said the absentee
Out of spite
Catching up to the tone
Makes it feel less alone
You know you
Wanted to be somebody
Even though there'll be
Hell to pay
That's for another day
To make right
Out of sight
When there's blame
To address
But no words to express
You wanted to be somebody
No one said
It's an easy game
We're waiting on a flame
In the night
There's gotta be
Something on your mind
No reason to walk
Between the lines
Can't help that it's
So damn ill-defined
Running up the walls
Of these confines
Well no one knows for sure
Can't see it anymore
They say it
Pays to pretend
You've made it
Back to the bend
It's typical to decay
With consequences to weigh
Still seems that
Something's amiss
Within this lovely abyss
Satin blue
Keeps seeping through
Something's chasing after you
Didn't have to press on
Tell them
Now that they're gone
You wanted to be somebody
Ain't much a sight to see
So said the absentee
Out of spite
Catching up to the tone
Makes it feel less alone
You know you
Wanted to be somebody
Even though there'll be
Hell to pay
That's for another day
To make right
Out of sight
When there's blame
To address
But no words to express
You wanted to be somebody
No one said
It's an easy game
These colors look the same
In the night
Your crooked efforts
To debase
The edges fading faster
With cheapened cause
And unfit taste
Deserving of distaster
A people so thrown
Out of place
Willfully heading nowhere
The price is
Outrunning it's pace
Their trick to selling despair
We want a commonality
Why do we
Settle for this
Some sense of shared reality
Without the need to dismiss
Or am I speaking
Out of turn
Can't be helped any longer
Guess we'll have to learn
There's gotta be something
On your mind
No reason to walk
Between the line
Can't help that it's
So damn ill-defined
Running up the walls
Of these confines