Hinder my abilities of compassion
As silence takes its toll
The stoicism of your wake, unrelenting upon me
In the remark of the untold truth not yet discovered
The uncertainty… but a silent gas that surrounds in a blanket of fatality
Holding back the animosity
I am a symphony espionage
The sin of survival
The mist of surrealism
The dust of eternity
Tempted through laws time
Throw away the reality that’s created in me
Secrecy but a simple philosophy
Bleed into me
Trifling in the ecstasy
Of the passion that’s left without a single thread of hope
When the pain subsides
Give into the grievance tonight
And deliver us from the confusion that’s settled into our eyes
The six sided figure of the die
Each face a false reality
Reprieve what I have come to receive
The echo of each lie
Resounding among the empty walls within the dark
My truth is only seen through the eyes of the beholder
But who beholds the truth, must be deceived
Every resonance of your soft, sweet voice fades with the memory
Reiterating what has always been known, which is still so sweetly unknown
Not even the one in control is certain
Yet, who is in control?
The one that opened up the empty void, creating it into something
The enigma of his charm such a deadly conviction
Without it, my world would still be the same
A simple desire that leads to no man
No compassion with the ones surrounding past
Only the simplicity of solace, and self motivation
The emptiness of loneliness not an emptiness at all.
Just a girl who holds her own
As silence takes its toll
The stoicism of your wake, unrelenting upon me
In the remark of the untold truth not yet discovered
The uncertainty… but a silent gas that surrounds in a blanket of fatality
Holding back the animosity
I am a symphony espionage
The sin of survival
The mist of surrealism
The dust of eternity
Tempted through laws time
Throw away the reality that’s created in me
Secrecy but a simple philosophy
Bleed into me
Trifling in the ecstasy
Of the passion that’s left without a single thread of hope
When the pain subsides
Give into the grievance tonight
And deliver us from the confusion that’s settled into our eyes
The six sided figure of the die
Each face a false reality
Reprieve what I have come to receive
The echo of each lie
Resounding among the empty walls within the dark
My truth is only seen through the eyes of the beholder
But who beholds the truth, must be deceived
Every resonance of your soft, sweet voice fades with the memory
Reiterating what has always been known, which is still so sweetly unknown
Not even the one in control is certain
Yet, who is in control?
The one that opened up the empty void, creating it into something
The enigma of his charm such a deadly conviction
Without it, my world would still be the same
A simple desire that leads to no man
No compassion with the ones surrounding past
Only the simplicity of solace, and self motivation
The emptiness of loneliness not an emptiness at all.
Just a girl who holds her own
