This state, this fucking state
A popularity contest
Instead of appreciation
Of pitch and dynamics
If you knew me would you be listening?
Or walking away?
Walk into the light
I say this as you turn
You'll never find feeling like this

I'm bleeding on wood and steel
Almost in tears because of the forest
I promise you I'm not your golden ticket
I'm here to cure you before it ends
Your factory is a trend
A trend gone in minutes
While this meaningless life is ruined within seconds

Broken bottles decorate the ground
With the intent of hiding what was never supposed to be found
Something so terrifying it wakes you in your sleep
Trying to find comfort in the distant and deep
And add it to the mixture
To create this picture
Come and bleed sweat
And cry the purest form of color with me

I've found something more
Something better to offer the world
I've found what I'm here for
I've seen the light inside the eye of the storm
For one God damn minute
Pretend that this isn't the end
And let me show you the world for what it truely is
Before it ends