Guidelines seem like expectations when a legacy is at stake

Inhuman ways can titillate or corrupt the best of minds

I live to foresee

Memories are all that get me by

Are these images… are they just fabrications of my own mind?

Knowing tomorrow before it begins helps me feel deprived; far from alive

I don't know if I'm going crazy but anything and everything seems so vague and it's okay

Lust and loathing; these feelings you had

But I wasn't out to get you, I wasn't out to get you

One day I'll be telling you to open up your eyes, but for tonight

I spend my days longing for night

When darkness falls I long to thieve from myself and tear from my head

How is it that I see before things have happened?

Tell me what am I trapped in? I just want my passion

We paint a picture from inside our heads

White dirty canvas to the pages I know as:

My "security." I live not to inspire myself

I live not to grow old

We live for the moment; do not what we're told

Lust and loathing; these feelings you had

But I wasn't out to get you, I wasn't out to get you

One day I'll be telling you to open up your eyes, but for tonight…

You should sleep away the guilt and live your life

I can't believe that we've come this far

I thought everything we knew had fallen apart fallen

Had fallen apart…

I can't believe that we've come this far

I thought everything we knew had fallen apart

Had fallen…