... of all the snow draped horizons i couldn't find one with real snow
of all the infinite places i couldn't find one where i'd go
poisons disguised as potions... the illusion of their charm
they negate all emotion and leave us with infinite scars
and all the perfect water we must not drink
we claimed we used caution, in reality we denied fate
we say never again... i'd trade my life for a clean slate
i'm poisoning myself and searching for something more
i'm [bad word] what i dont want to [bad word] i see the reaper's shadow and it's engulfing me... [bad word] to seize that perfect moment when i can break from the lie i'm living in
i'd give it all for chance to feel the beat of my heart again
we realize emotions that brought us to this place barely holding onto
the one thing that gives us faith
and somewhere in the darkness we find ourselves this time.