I think I see a light at the end of the road
I think I heard your voice go dull
Our sight was set between the lines that they set
My mind was clay that was shaped and laid like stone
Brick by brick
We're broken down
Piece by piece
We're laid out
New face
Same skin
The candle burnt out at both ends
Cut deep
With knives we speak
Breed fear
Through the thoughts they hear
Never ashamed of the masks we wear
Feel the pain of the weight they bare
Can we
Change the sight that we see?
Light leaks through every crack and crease
Old cycles
Keep us where we stand
Old cycles
Keep us down
Our thoughts lost to the sounds of waves
Every word withered decayed
Torn eyes sewn ears
No tongue to speak
Wrapped and embraced in our fears
Of all we dont say that we think
Our minds
Will be our end
Let them see
Let the new cycle begin
