When the day becomes your night, and searching hands become your eyes, and what’s not wrong just isn’t right, that’s when you start to realize...
Something here is torn asunder
Something’s up and going under

Woe is he who rues the light that lays to bare the things he tried, to bring to heel the heart and mind, to sue for peace only to find...
Everything is full of wonder
Every step leads to another

Why oh why do children hide a bit of truth in every lie, a bit of you in every my, a lot of now to pass the time...

What is god and what is me, you ask yourself which to believe, “I can’t remember what’s to be, you see...”
Everything is full of wonder
Every me leads to another

When you were young you thought the world was nothing less than beautiful, then laughed it off and cried until, you thought it more a miracle...

Can’t believe you ate, everything thing on your plate
Can’t believe you are, the world you’ve been so far
In spite of what you’ve been you’re taking off the very skin you bore
And wearing what is there, what a mess of scar and muscle
Heavening within while the flames of hell lick at your door
And saying it’s a sin that you must give in to the bustle

Can’t believe you grow, between the rows we’ve sown
Can’t believe you found, a way to stick around
Working on a plan but the plan is not to have a plan
Don’t you understand that the flames you fan won’t burn you
Gotta realize that the truth you hide is not a lie
It’s the product of a man, of a way you can now turn to...
And now turn to...and now turn to...