Relieved whenever life is out of red

but old scars force you down in defensive pose

dark, blue skies always tumbling over you

connect all disparate dots and label them as true.

You're straying off point

through a fixed kaleidoscopic view

narrowing the field

without adding anything new.

Intuitive stories aren't easy to unlearn

only collective peaks remain

dark, blue skies always tumbling over you

just repeat old fables until they feel brand new.

You're straying off point

through a fixed kaleidoscopic view

narrowing the field

without adding anything new.

You're straying off point

and preferring to live a lie

narrowing the field

regress and self-amplify

with nothing new.

With nothing new.

With nothing new.

With nothing new.

With nothing new.

With nothing new.

With nothing new.

With nothing new.

You're straying off point

through a fixed kaleidoscopic view

narrowing the field

without adding anything new.

You're straying off point

and preferring to live a lie

narrowing the field

regress and self-amplify.

Straying off point.

Straying off point.

Straying off point.

Straying off point.

With nothing new.

With nothing new.

With nothing new.