Some have to see to believe it
 Others are blind and can feel it
 The flame burns as thick as the wick
 Dwell in darkness inside, of the withering minds

 Is this the part where we start our lives?

 What a sight for the sore eyes
 It's getting colder in here and it's sobering
 To see them shuffle to the back of the line
 While they suffer in fear, the marks that we made are so clear

 Quivering thoughts now surround you
 Engulfed by the times that we undo.
 The ties that hold shadows at bay
 Are unbound and undone
 All but the one
 [bad word] the part where we start our lives

 What a sight for the sore eyes
 It's colder in here and it's sobering
 To see them shuffle to the back of the line
 While they suffer in fear, the marks that we made are so clear

 On the edge I stand preparing to go... but
 I feel I've already been here

 What a sight for the sore eyes
 It's colder in here, it's sobering
 To see them shuffle to the back of the line
 While they're marching in fear, the marks that were made are so clear

 Why does nothing make us wanna try?
 You're too close to look behind
 Just one touch, we could change so much