Taking out the knife trapped deep behind my eyelids
Its stem grew by turning into ties of obligation, cut off it’s roots and finish it
Release and exile followed immediately by escape, even disappearing memories
Is a cubism that won’t ever decay
Cause I know a future that’s falling apart
Even nightmares are peaceful RESET RESET, that’s right
The midnight sun’s awakened turning into a mob
Using an ingratiating kiss as a gun, stick a knife into a hug masking as a revolution
Wipe out, wipe out everything, even the cold chains
Reality is always outside my head
This world, looked upon by beastly eyes
Has neither darkness nor light
Repeated bouts of textbook case loneliness faking even its colors
Look around to find an embodiment of dogma standing in the way
A bizarre notion that pierces tears with a poisonous fang even butchery was a prayer
The piece I saw from behind, just one more time
for escape my fate
Cause I know a mirage that questions and rectifies
Accelerating ardent love RESET RESET it, that’s right
A frenzied memory turns into hatred
The resolving power the weak cling to is a fake love delving into the heart of the matter
Resonate, resonate, all of it be reborn
Reality always lies in the depths of eyes
In this world hidden by soiled eyelids
There are no lies or truths
Taking out the knife trapped deep behind my eyelids
Its stem grew by turning into ties of obligation, cut off it’s roots and finish it
Impatient and impulsive, ever shifting scenes, even memories that turn into illusions
Is a cubism that won’t ever decay
Taking out the knife trapped deep behind my eyelids
Its stem grew by turning into ties of obligation, cut off it’s roots and finish it
Release and exile followed immediately by escape, even disappearing memories
Is a cubism that won’t ever decay
Cause I know a future that’s falling apart
Even nightmares are peaceful RESET RESET, that’s right
The midnight sun’s awakened turning into a mob
Using an ingratiating kiss as a gun, stick a knife into a hug masking as a revolution
Wipe out, wipe out everything, even the cold chains
Reality is always outside my head
This world, looked upon by beastly eyes
Has neither darkness nor light
Taking out the knife trapped deep behind my eyelids
Its stem grew by turning into ties of obligation, cut off it’s roots and finish it
Impatient and impulsive, ever shifting scenes, even memories that turn into illusions
Is a cubism that won’t ever decay