It's hard to be
Incomplete
With everybody showing you what's left to find
In solemn daze
Scrolling time
It's sometimes brighter when the Sun don't shine
This darkening trend
These so-called friends
Is there meaning?
Is there meaning if the means don't end?
And should we sell them our sole intent?
What's it worth if that's all we have left?
Wouldn't you like to scream
"Why don't you all just open your eyes?"
But, I guess it's no surprise the deaf are blind
This darkening trend
These so-called friends
Is there meaning?
Is there meaning if the means don't end?
It's hard to find
Sometimes
So let's throw away the keys
To every place we hide
And stand out in the open
Having lived before we died
Let's tear apart our skin
And show our blood is unified
Let it fly into the Oceans
Let it flood into the sky
To prove this place is broken
Let's expose it's every lie
In equal moratorium
On "things are fine"
On "things are fine"
This darkening trend
These so-called friends
Is there meaning?
Is there meaning if the means don't end?
It's hard to find
Sometimes