See yourself to the exit.
We can't afford to watch you resort to this.
Even hope hides in the shadows.

Nothing is real.
Color is black, is white, is color blind.
Tucking away what's true, what's tangible.

You're crashing faster,
and there won't be
pieces to piece back together this time.

Can't you see you're ringing out?

This is dissonance. It's in the quiet of this place, that all things come to life.

All that is real is blurred by your notion of reality.

Nothing is real. Color is black, is white, is color blind.
Tucking away what's true, what's tangible.

You skeptic, you.
You believe in unbelief.
You skeptic, you.
Now you're the hypocrite.
You can't hide from this.