The truth
It lies
Beneath you, no surprise
Before the silver
Shines into my eyes
Ignore my side
Far away, I guess I'll go
You force the feeling low
I'm taking my time
Won't bleed my design
When there's two
These eyes
Are finding points of view
And I'm sick to the core
Of finding no more
Far away, I guess I'll go
You force the feeling low
I'm taking my time
Won't bleed my design
My Design