Lyrics:
More Icone

Is this for real you ask Or more of just the same A flicker in the night A world that seems so lame Take me through the far side Across the barren stream

Is today fact or fiction? You've told me the plot and expect me to still play the role. You talk round in circles, despite the shape and reputation that

Why bother? I feel you coming from a million miles away. You're putting on your spin. Like you're entitled to whatever I create. I'll step aside. You

I'm the escapist, scrutinized to hell and I'm trapped under water. The Caustics; they embrace me. I'm bleeding through my wrists as you stare in fascination

It happens to me from time to time. I realize I've waited too long. I pretend to turn the blind eye. Before I know it. I've lost sight of it all, even

see - while I was on the run - what I've done and who I've done it with. I won't forget. It's like Philadelphia, 1999; skipped a few more classes to

starving Hardly art, hardly garbage Hardly art, hardly starving Hardly art, hardly garbage More colored liquid No scent, no skin More stained paper More