Translation: Tracing Days. Control.
Talking to a man living it How ?bout life when all this ends? He made it clear he's fearful But somewhere in his heart he dreams of Life outside Life
Finally, a moment of clarity What I'm supposed to be Had become my forgery Am I meek? Am I humble? I've made room, in a white washed tomb For dead man
You say if I draw nearer You'll be right at my side So I don't know why I left today Maybe, maybe it was pride Why do I think this way Your words don
Red faced and broken Knees so hard...ly suspending fears and lies It's all pretending No more Magic beads and alter calls Sometimes not that far apart
I never thought in all my life I'd find the wife I did my friend And all the while I'm smiling' too I see her heart is faithful to the end To realize
A painted picture there Wet ink runs down her face Silhouettes of laughter Disguise the smile she wears Heading down that dark road To find her name
Tension in the night air Something's not right here Longing for a real hope Won't leave me standing A picture of a brand new life Holds my mind Grey
just pride It's Everlastin', Supernatural Not a feelin' He's the word, He's the Word It's confusing And troubling, bothersome It's a problem When my feelings Take control
I hear them calling Fix that smile on my face Perspire and tremble Welcome to the masquerade Costumes like these make me so weak Selfish blindfolds take
Who wants a song, like everyone else's Do we lack some creativity? Who wants a life just like on the TV Maybe we need something new Monochrome Rainbows
Eyes wide open heart got broken Felt the pain but I never spoke it Eyes half open, here's my token Of places gone, burned and broken When everything
